I’m sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room, catching my breath. Sometimes it takes more time for us Louie-Louie generation guys to recover, than it did to tire us out. I just finished putting my fingerprints on the carpet… We have a nice soft blue carpet in the living room, and that’s where I do my daily pushups. My Lady Wonder Wench checks the carpet before we go to bed to be sure I didn’t forget to huff, puff, and groan my way to physical excellence. She doesn’t want old age to creak up on me, because she has a lovely excess of estrogen, and neither one of us wants it to go to waste.
My Lady Wonder Wench is the very model of a Lovin’ Louie-Louie Lady. She had a very sheltered childhood. She was 18 before her parents let her have a full length mirror. I un-sheltered her as quickly as I could just a few years later. And now her limbic system lights up quite nicely, and if all goes well, it lights up every nightly. In case you slept through the limbic system class in biology, that’s the part of your brain that puts the sizzle in your sexy. Lady Wonder Wench knows at least 5 ways to keep me wide awake without using coffee.
Big Louie, his own bad self, is the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation. The Louie-Louie generation is for people who have been around long enough to get knocked down and picked yourself up more that a few times. But it’s mostly about passionate people.
We’ve been around long enough to know that we caught hell for everything we’ve ever done that’s worth doing. We remember to make time for music, magic and making merry, because we know that if we don’t, we’ll run out of fuel before the trip is over. And we know that a journey is called a trip, because we’re going to fall down when we least expect it. And when people are laughing at us, we laugh along with them…because laughing feels good, and why should everybody else have all the fun.
That’s why Louie-Louie Lads are the bedmates of choice for porn stars, supermodels, and Catherine Zeta Jones look alikes. We love lustily, care carefully, and some of us have paid off our nice cars and private airplanes. And Louie-Louie Ladies are loyal, they love and they laugh, and they know how to cook…in every meaning of the word.
I’ve told you about the Pimple People…a bunch of clueless, careless, callow kids. They have a level of sophistication just slightly below that of a good high school food fight. It sometimes seems that no matter how cynical you become about them, you can’t keep up. But sometimes, with maximum effort, a dose of coaching from an actual human and a little luck, some of them may ripen into Louie-Louie Lads and ladies.
But there is another group that’s as close to useless as a BB gun when a rhino is charging you. And that’s the Dreadful Drone Dorks. They are virtual people. They’re not kids…they’ve done the time but missed the ‘tude. They just never latched on to Louie-Louie hood. During evolution, their ancestors were in the control group.
A Dreadful Drone Dork Dude, walks a couple of steps ahead of his Dreadful Drone Dork Dude-ett…and he forgets that a dude should hold his dude-tte’s hand, open the door for her, and talk to her every once in a while. He still chooses his breakfast cereal by what kind of toy is in the box. His idea of excitement is when the tv networks start their new fall season shows. His biggest ambition is becoming a tax accountant who has a loophole named after him.
A Dreadful Drone Dork Dude-ttes thinks, “don’t ask, don’t tell” is a concept that applies to flatulating in a crowded elevator. Her professional ambitions are limited to becoming the secretary who has the desk nearest the copy machine. She’s amazed to find that Polident isn’t a beaten up parrot. If the Dreadful Drone Dorks were truly alive they’d be very sick people.
Dick’s Details Quiz. All answers are in the current podcast.
1- What did people do before the discovery of peacans ?
2- What will you lose 10,000 of between the ages of 35 and 80 ?
3- Why is kissing healthier than shanking hands ?
Dick’s details. They take your mind off your mind.
So we have Louie-Louie Ladies and Lads, Pimple People, and Dreadful, Drone, Dorks. But sometimes you have a chance to catch a person moving from one category to another. There’s a story about that in the brand new Night Connections 3 personal audio Cd. It’s called, “Growing Up Fast.”
She was scared, and happy, and amazed…looking at him…and he was scared and he was happy, and he was amazing himself…with the feeling of strength…that comes from all of a sudden… becoming a man. I think whatever they decide to do…they’ll do it together.
That story is in the current podcast. If you like it, you can just keep the podcast. Or if you want a fresh copy, just download it from the Night Connections 3 icon on the home page.
Looks like I’ve about recovered from pushing Mr. Floor away and leaving fingerprints on the carpet. It’s a distressing fact that I can still paint the town red, but I’ve got to rest a bit before I apply the second coat. And so, having rested a bit…I think it’s time to go and do my part to see to it that my Lady Wonder Wench’s excess estrogen doesn’t go to waste.