Simple Sunday

Most of the day today was spent quietly indoors, hiding from our throngs of admirers. They get so tiring after a while. But, alas, we had to venture out after a while to fulfill our duties to society. (And we have many, many appearance to make on a daily basis.)

My Queen mentioned earlier the employee that occasionally cooks for us. EWWW WORKER! Well he spotted us again. Like, really? We met you once. That doesn't mean we want you to be our friend. Stop saying hi. Of course, we were gracious and we were nothing less than polite to the blue-collar man. Oh, what it must be like to be poor...

One of our athlete friends wanted dinner with us tonight, but we had to decline. She's such a sweet girl, but we just can't always make time for her. I mean, even ranking 17th in the world can't get you our attention ALL the time.

We sped away to the other side of the city for a peaceful dinner. Ironically, we are even more well known along that infamous boulevard. Fortunately we were able to avoid too much notoriety there. One peasant fellow, who obvi didn't know who we were, let the door slam in the Queen's face. We were NOT pleased, and he could tell. You should've seen how quickly he apologized. We responded by gossiping about his greasy hair. Seriously, shampoo isn't that expensive.

We arrived early to our executive board meeting, taking the elevator from the parking garage to avoid the crowds. But as soon as the door opened, who was there waiting for us? None other than the press. They wanted an interview, but we just let our Directors of Operations and Business take care of that for us. I'm so glad we have a competent staff.

We left very late and the Queen was craving her signature drink. Unfortunately we live in a city that's... shall we say "less than metropolitan?" We're following our educational destiny, but we sometimes sacrifice the luxuries of the big city life. We used a few contacts to find her favorite drink, only to find the Australian store which sells it kept its doors open late just for us. The manger was so sweet, but a little too eager to please. What a fine establishment...

Some creature begging for money outside thought we were from L.A. (surprise, surprise). I mean, it's a nice place to visit and have a weekend house to mingle with starlets, but I could never live there. I've been told I'm made for that city... I guess I can see it. I would just hate to live too close to Hollywood. The spotlight belongs on ME and ME only.

I should probably head off to bed. Damon Evans and the Athletic Association needs me for an appearance early in the morning. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Goodnight,

The King