We leave Friday morning for Annapolis, to visit R Man’s crusty old father and neurotic sister. We’ve just got restless feet, gadabouts, gypsies. Plus R Man is a much better son than I am. I figure my family got twenty years out of me before I split, what more do they want? If they had something interesting to say, why didn’t they spit it out then?
So anyway, at least we’re no longer camping out in their basement; instead we’ll be in a charming new Westin downtown. Room service and nice beds, hoo hoo. Annapolis is a lovely colonial town, stuffed full of cool Federal architecture.
And studly midshipmen from the Naval Academy there, many of whom could be doing much better in the finer adult film studios. Instead they’re just wasting their hunkiness on some dumb stupid career. Sheesh.