Peter Walsh and Ken Greenblatt are “The Mans!”
Last night I went to a dinner in support of the “Declutter for the Diviney’s” fundraiser being held tomorrow. Honestly, I was not really looking forward to leaving Ryan. It was causing me a ton of stress all day.I wondered how much the world had changed since I became a home-bound hermit. Would I still possess enough social skills to make it through the evening? Could I carry the conversation? If not, could I fake it? Maybe I could just blog my end of the conversation in real-time…
Turns out, I was not the center of attention. My ego might have suffered, but I was soooooo grateful. Peter Walsh and Ken Greenblatt took the lead. At one point I double-checked to make sure I wasn’t wearing my invisibility cloak.
Now, I told Peter and Ken I wouldn’t blow their cover. Yet, I lie. So, prepare yourself for the honest-to-Peter Walsh-truth… they are good men. Truly caring individuals who are looking for nothing more than to help Ryan. It restores my faith in Californians!
The women who are responsible for pulling this all together made my heart melt. I actually had to excuse myself from the table to gather myself in the bathroom. No, I wasn’t drinking…
They each spoke, in turn, of how they contributed to the event. In awe, the enormity of their unselfish combined and coordinated effort took my breath away. I admire each and every one of these fine ladies.
Now, why would I call them a harem? Well, they were perhaps one of the most attractive group of women gathered in one place at one time. So, you know, it played into my deviant fantasy. That damned Peter Walsh keep popping up in my mind with a crown and scepter and was ruining it! Me? Well, I was the court jester.
Anyhow, Sue would text me, asking me how it was going. I played it off as estrogen hell. There was no way, at least until I arrived home, that I was going to tell her I was in womanly bliss! Best to put as much time between it as possible.
Hmmm, I think I’ll be needing that invisibility cloak now.