Reggie and Gigi
It was great to be able to spend time with our friends while they were here, but as usual, the time went by too quickly.
In the brief hours that we had together, there are a few insights that I was able to glean about them as a couple. Reggie and Gigi are similar in ways to Michael and Terry. It’s pretty funny.
Gigi is a talker (with a capital “T”). The last morning they were here, we were having breakfast, and I noticed, for the first time that she was talking so much she did not have time to finish her breakfast. A similar thing happens to Michael whenever we dine with others. Michael starts conversing and has no time to put food into his flapping jaws. Consequently, everyone finishes and Michael still has food on his plate. Often, when this is pointed out, or when the busser comes to remove plates, he’ll shovel what’s left down the gullet. Sometimes, though, he’ll continue gabbing, but pause to chew while giving others a chance to get a word in edgewise. Anyway, Gigi and Michael are great verbal communicators and they are vastly knowledgeable about innumerable subjects and about the ways of the world. Sometimes they make my head spin. Bless their hearts…..
Reggie and I are listeners and observers. I watched Reggie a few times just sitting back, taking it all in. Every once in a while, though, just at the right time, Reggie will come out with a gut-busting zinger. Something that’ll make you spit out your rum as you’re just beginning to swallow it. He could choke you to death with just a phrase.
The day we were coming home from Buck Island with him, there were some pelicans and frigate birds high in the sky over the east end. Reggie, with a straight face commented, “Uh oh, buzzards are circling the Contessa’s!” I just about fell out of the boat. For those who are unaware, we have quite a few eccentric people on St. Croix (we’re all here because we’re not all there), and the “Contessa” is a wealthy old woman who dresses like and octogenarian Zsa Zsa Gabor and lives part of the year in a castle on the east end. Anyway, you never really know if she’s going to collapse during dinner or whenever, so it was funny (in a warped sort of way) to imagine vultures preparing to swoop in and dine on her carcass.
Reggie expresses many of his thoughts in his blog. We always look forward to reading Reggie’s latest ruminations. I’m the same way, but my blogs are not neccesarily about my thoughts. I’m usually too busy doing things, then writing about them, to actually think anymore. But when I do, you may find a bizarre idea or two within these paragraphs……
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