The Continuing Adventures of The Scottish Geisha
Chapter 2, Installment18: The Scottish Geisha Returneth
All New Installment! Aug. 11th, 2003
Editor's Note: We sent most of TLL staff on a road trip owing to the fact that nobody was going to get a real vacation this year if we didn't. In the course of work, careers, personal obligations, the containing sucky economy, more work, and well, work, nobody was having enough fun to even warrant a hangover.
It was appalling.
Then, a thin ray of hope: "Get out of this office before I kill you all," MVP said one day.
We took that as a Sign From God because, well, in the absence of The Scottish Geisha, she WAS god. So, most of us took off, Vegas, Palm Beach, and other highly over rated destinations.
We returned a few weeks later, viciously hung-over, tanned and happy if not paranoid about the skeletons we had added to our respective closets, just begging to come out in the form of a scandal.
Speaking of scandals, The Scottish Geisha returneth.
Thinner, not so tan and completely un-hung over, we were disgusted to the point that we could hardly speak though that could have been the mounting pain in our heads.
"Well, well, well, the Motley Crew that I left behind is still here," she said with no small trace of amusement.
"I kicked them all out of here," MVP told her triumphantly.
"I see," The Scottish Geisha said softly surveying the collective damage. She turned to MVP whom she genuinely missed it seems. "Let's order sushi," she said.
We bolted for the men's room.
Evil, evil woman.
"It is," she declared, delicately spearing a spicy tuna role with expert precision and decorative chopsticks. "Physically impossible to have a hang-over for a week."
We would like to disagree but it hurt too much to talk.
What kind of person, we wondered, goes to Bali for nearly a month and comes back pallid perfect and even a few pounds lighter?
The Scottish Geisha smiled. We had nearly forgotten the seductive power of that smile. "Someone who remembers her sunscreen and who works out, not pigs out," she said. She checked the stats on the web site and downloaded her mail.
"Now then," she said, brisk and thoroughly back to business. "What is going on with our adorable Surly?"
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