Hello Angels:
It begins with a chap named Chad whom I met as a result of my client whom we shall call Austin in order to protect his prim yet still Rudyard Kipling- like, elegant adventurer identity.
Well, I guess he could be considered an adventurer if you consider hanging out in a first class cabin with somebody else's dog an adventure. Austin has had many adventures it seems, all of them entertaining and engaging as he is a personality of great wit, intelligence and possessed of a ready smile.
But we will leave these for another day, given that we will undoubtedly need filler to disguise the literary bankruptcy which is intrinsic to your humble scribe herein. Specifically, that would be me whom you may call Bosley, or "The Name."
It is worth giving more than passing notice to the term "engaging" by the way, as this is a word we shall explore in some measure, perhaps until one day the contents of your stomach are violently expelled in abject frustration.
You have that to look forward to then.
Last night Chad inspired Austin to assign me "The Name. "
I mean I fly all the bloody way down from the hoary northland to assist my client and his brain trust with a take no prisoners, rear guard tactical offensive and wind up with the same moniker as some lapdog of a Hugh Hefner wannabe, whom NOONE EVER EVEN SAW!! playing mamma bear to three of the hottest women Aaron Spelling has ever put on television.
People, where is the dignity, the nobility, in that I ask you?
Austin framed this singular honour by saying I was their rock. This made me promptly start sniffing corks, licking bottle caps and generally drinking anything but the industrial cleaner they use to clean up whatever interesting things men do to each other in places like that.
Chad left quickly, but not before Austin had his Creative Director, Dr. Cheek snap and email a cozy photo of the two of us looking like the Snuggle Bear before the dry cycle is complete, to anyone he could think of, including another client whom we shall call, Ms. Jones.
Now the bloody thing will be printed in colour and mounted on an outdoor board just in time for the annual creative awards.
Can't wait to see the copy.
But Bosley I am, and, all kidding aside, I am deeply touched and honoured that I can work and have such fun with these talented and brilliant individuals. The name will stay and I will publish under it until one of the two people who ever read this trash finally finds me and puts me out of our respective misery.
To be clear, I consider it the highest honour to be at an airport, drinking, alone again, but to have enjoyed spending time with Austin, Dr. Cheek and The Wise Man so much that I am actually tearing up like my mother watching The Way We Were, BEFORE she started screaming at Robert Redford for wrecking the marriage. Mom, I love you, but you definitely had that one wrong; I mean look at who he was married to...yikes!
Next Topic...The Engagement Matrix.....Long live the day job.
Night Angels,
Bosley.
