Deep in the heart of River City, Danger Girl was called to the home of her arch nemesis The Accountant. Well known sidekick to the equally dangerous The Organizer. Unbeknownst to her, Danger Girl found herself in the middle of a 100th Birthday Celebration. Luckily, she is always prepared. Boyscouts look to Danger Girl as a role model and mentor.
Danger girl was armed with 2 gifts. Both gifts dating back to 1961, the year The Organizer and The Accountant were born. For the Organizer, lover of vintage movies, The Guns of Navarone – a classic. For The Accountant, Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger – not as good as Catcher in the Rye, but a good read none the less AND it was the #1 best seller the month he was born. That’s right dear readers, Danger Girl has her own Miss MoneyPenny – Mr. Google.
The evening started out promising. People, conversation, drinks and food. Then The Organizer hit Danger Girl where it hurt, The Fashion Sense. Danger Girl was being the center of delightful conversation when the promise of lootbags appeared. Right before her eyes was a beautiful blue and white bag labeled Tiffany & Co. The excitement and squeals were heard all over River City. The Organizer made a big show of handing the bag to Danger girl and having Danger Girl open it…ONLY TO TELL D.G. Not to get any big ideas…..ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
The bracelet was snatched from the fingers of Danger Girl and place on the wrist of The Organizer. Taunting and teasing Danger Girl with her evil smugness of receiving the gorgeous jewelry from The Accountant.
Danger Girl’s eyes narrowed and she gripped the chair arms tightly. Damn, The Organizer just won this round. It was time for Danger Girl to search for some libations to soothe her soul. She saddled up to the bar, her usual red wine was waiting for her. Instead, Danger Girl reached for something she had never done before. It was on her 50 in 50 list, so she thought “what the heck…” and poured herself 2 fingers of smooth, silky scotch, neat.
Danger Girl fell hard for the sweet nothings the Scotch whispered into her ear as it slid down her throat and warmed her soul. She was hooked, so she poured herself another and let the love affair begin.
Soon the entertainment arrived, the Tattoo Artist for seniors. Tattoos were available for everyone. The Accountant had a big heart done on his
sleeve arm that professed his love for his Urologist.
This is what
I Danger Girl chose, the Scotch was talking by now and I thought I she wanted a tramp stamp…
As with all great parties, you don’t always leave with the one who brung ya…
Happy Birthday to my favorite
auntiesister! You STILL look fabulous and I had a wonderful time xxx
– Love Robyn Bobyn
- Danger Girl Rides Again (ragrobyn.wordpress.com)