Meet Pascal. She’s a young free spirit and has just spent 10 minutes regaling you with tales of her recent 3 month trip to Marrakech. Easy to be a young free spirit when you’re the youngest child of one of Atlanta’s top investment advisors. She attended the most expensive and prestigious private school in Atlanta and was in the snootiest sorority at UGA, but through it all she insisted on looking like she may or may not have just rolled out of bed. Or rolled a joint. Never any makeup, extremely long hair, Birkenstocks, tie dye shirts. Did she mention she just got back from Marrakech? She learned how to charm a snake from a man in the market up the road from her hostel. She somehow ended up dining with a wealthy import/export magnate in an elaborate tented desert dinner filled with candles, rugs and down-filled cushions. “Somehow” means a distant business associate of her dad’s. She’s a hookah “expert” now and has been wearing nothing but tunics since she got back. Oh did she tell you about the snake charmer? Anyway this particular tunic was purchased from the most charming little family whose children were adorably shoeless running around the market and filthy. Oh to be a child again! She got a hell of a deal on that tunic. This fabric is Oscar de la Renta for Lee Jofa and it so appeals to the bohemian in me! So light up a joint (or a candle - whatever you’re into) and have a great time with Pascal!
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
