Monday, May 5, 2014
¡Es una fiesta!
I hope everybody's having a very happy Cinco de Virginia Mayo!
As blonde bombshells go, Mayo was decidedly un-temptestuous; perhaps it was her essential placidity - her quality of being both bodacious and quotidian, lacking the fragile vulnerability of a Monroe or the flatout crazy quality of a Mansfield - that kept her from become a topmost name. Whatever the reason, she had a fine career and a quiet later life, and that's got to be worth a quick shot of tequila in her memory.
As for us, we're not really the cantina-crawl type; the most I'm lashing out tonight is by roasting up a nice eye-of-the-round (a tough cut that when cooked right turns into butter). The apartment is filled with the scent of roasting garlic, and we've got some nice corn on the cob. Ain't life grand? One of Mayo's big pictures, you know, was The Best Years of Our Lives; sometimes it's good to be reminded that these might just be that.