MARMALADE
Mr. B attends to his regular weekly schedule. Thursday afternoon at Marmalade at table 29 with the Hungarian Nanny. She won't let him have french fries (he's gained too much weight since the medication) so she only let's him have a tiny bowl of croutons with his iced tea.
Enter David Spade. Yes, the man who's supposedly just been jilted by Heather Locklear, passing by the table after using the restroom and looking straight on at Mr. B and saying "Hello, how's it going?". Mr. B doesn't pay much attention, but the Hungarian Nanny looks after his skinny ass with curiosity and an authentic level of disdain.
A tan, beachy looking older man, wearing shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt is then seated at the table next to them. Soon, his son and a friend (that they had passed by upon entering the cafe) joined the man at the table. The older man starts to attempt a conversation with Mr. B about all of his "toys" (read: collections of packets, scraps of paper, rubber bracelets, take out hot sauce, pieces of unchewed gum, seven thousand drawings of taxi cabs, and Tim Burton's scary version of a gumby-like santa with a ghost face). Mr. B doesn't pay attention so the Hungarian Nanny prompts him to answer the basic questions: What's your name, how old are you?.
Mr. B answers by trying to steal a few french fries (successfully) from Mr. Beach Man's plate.
Mr. Beach Man is totally cool and hangs with Mr. B. No worries. (Nanny decides to order Mr. B his own bowl of fries at this point-good thinking). Time passes and they attend to their own tables, although people to tend to glance and stare at Mr. Beach Man as they walk by or serve him more water.
Finally, Mr. Beach Man, still cool, asks if the Hungarian Nanny is his mother. She replies "No, I'm just priveledged to be his friend." Mr. Beach Man asks if he has any brothers or sisters, so the Nanny explains that yes, he has an older brother who is an amazing musician who plays guitar. Mr Beach Man gestures to his son, and says that he's a musician as well.
They proceed to finish their late lunch, and as Mr. Beach Man is leaving he stands and shakes Mr. B's hand and says "It's been so nice to meet you", and then came around to the Hungarian Nanny and kissed her on the forehead saying "He's a wonderful child and you are a wonderful woman."
So I'd like to propose a toast: Here's to MR. B, to the EVER AMAZING HUNGARIAN NANNY, and to MR BEACH MAN, for being so real and lovely and so gracious to the people who bring such love and balance to my life.
Thank you Mr. Ryan O'Neill, I hear you are looking fantabulous.
