RC

You know it has been a while since I have blogged about our new show “reality Check” (RC), so here we go! One night after a great dinner and bottle (S) of Rex several of us, decide to step out of our comfort zone to get a little taste of how the other half lives. We chose a DD and loaded up in the Chrysler 300. Off we went to the other side of the tracks Oh I mean island. I was in rare form, showered, shaved, with every last hair on my head in place, all decked out in Belk’s best casual ware. It was a good thing that GQ was not on the island or I would have gotten the September cover! As were cruised down the strip passed all of them million dollar mansions with the cement ponds, I could not help but to pray that someday I would reach the pinnacle (not the golf ball) of greatness that would allow me to own a Deluxe summer cottage on the upper east side. Movin-on-up to the east side! We finally reached the ocean course, bar and grill. No comments on the name of the joint Today show, Good morning America, Regis and Kathy Lee, it is all the same. This place had Beer, and could make you a burger therefore a bar and grill! The parking attendant directed us to the south 40 where we parked among the weeds, bugs, sand , snakes and gators. While hiking to the club house, it became very obvious why they directed us there: first our DD did not have a funny little drivers cap, second our ride was made in the good old US of A. I guess that our fine ride just was not of the pedigree, to park in the main lot, it surly was not because of me! Between the weeds and the darkness they effectively hid our ride! After what seemed to be hours, I was now full of perspiration out of breath and well the part in my hair… we finally made it. The air, although cool and refreshing,  was so full of the scent of greed, opulence, arrogance, conceit,  it made me feel as if I got my Belk’s best casual ware from the discount rack at the Salvation Army! As we proceed thru the club house searching for a chair, I could feel hundreds of eyes following me. I could hear them whispering things such as: who let him in here, how much money do you think he has, what a handsome man, why is his shirt so wet, my butler dresses better than that when he is cleaning up after the dog, the rest just  turned their heads and smirked. We found a nice place outside at the end of the portico, and had the most splendid time talking among ourselves. After about an hour or so I need to excuse myself and take a trip to the men’s room, well I am here to tell you is not true that those kind of people ____ doesn’t stink, I walked in walked out and found myself nice tree outside in the back forty, with my friends the gators.  Upon returning, I finished my drink, while having engaging conversation with my companions. As with anything all good things must end, so we decide it was time to go back from where we came.  We hiked back to our car and for the life of us we could not find our way out of the back forty, we had to wait until one of them rich folks came out and we followed them the road.   On the ride back instead of praying for all of that money, I could only thing of some famous words from Dorothy    “there is no place like home”.

Words of wisdom: We are always looking and asking for material things, but when we seek and ask what we are given is what we really need.