The Boy with the Bugle

Time for an epiphany, complements of Auntie Mame.

I'm sitting around this morning, watching the sun come up, and listening to show tunes on the tv, when it suddenly hits me. That tune from Auntie Mame.

Angela Landsbury doesn't have a great deal of use to me as a whole, but I'll give it to her, she is one of the grande dames of the American stage, so I'll give her that. Just as Julie Andrews will always be fondly remembered for bringing Maria von Trapp to us on the screen (then later showing her tits in Victor Victoria--I'll never forgive her for that) Ms. L brought the house down with her stirring rendition of a song that aptly describes what I'm thinking today.

The 'Boy with the Bugle' is of course, the lawyer, and I am indeed wondering why I ever bought him those damn long pants.

...but more importantly, I never found the man before I lost him.

I fear in my bravado, I did overstate my case when I should have deferred and just shut the fuck up about what I was thinking. I've done it before, and I really should learn from my errors.

et hoc transibit....