How I Fell in Love on my Way to Newport: Part One
(Names are fictitious)
I have a friend named Melissa. She is a lovely, gorgeous divorcée who spends her time principally between Washington, Palm Beach, Aspen, and the Middle East. She is a dynamo, always on the go, and always on to the next high profile engagement. Often she calls to catch up and on occasion asks if I can do her the odd favor.
Well, when Melissa called three weeks ago and proposed the following, “Sean, I need a favor of you and think it will be fun. I need you to take my dog, Baby, a Coton de Tulear, up to New York City to live with a beautiful and intriguing advocate of animal welfare. Because I am in transition so much and the way things are, I can’t provide a stable enough environment for her at the moment…” “OK… Hmm,” I said. Whoa, this is hardcore I thought - I’m gonna’ transport a lap dog to New York City and meet a gorgeous girl, named Alexandra Sapphire. Without hesitation I said, “Absolutely!”
So, last Thursday I picked up Baby. After a long goodbye with Melissa and some instruction on how to care and feed Baby, I was off. I had initially planned to drop of Baby in New York City that evening. My widowed father just happened to call as I was leaving and I shared with him the hair brained adventure I was beginning. He immediately said, “Bring that dog here, I want to meet her.” “OK,” I said. So I called Alexandra who immediately picked up and I told her that due to the late start I was getting I would not be in NYC until way too late, which was true and could we reschedule for Monday – done. And so the adventure began …