The far, outer bands of Hurricane Gustav made for a very unsettled day and all eyes are on the unpredictable, Hannah, now. I've already made plans to secure the property in case of the worse, but no one knows what will happen now. I met Leopoldo at Twist to cavort with the scrumptous Tommy Decker after work when I recieved the call.

I looked at caller ID and it read: "Henrietta"; royalty was calling. I rushed to a more quiet spot and got a request to accompany her to Score tonight. We were really planning to go to retire early again tonight, but in the immortal words of Empress Elizabeth of Austria when she received the mother of the girl (Mary Vetsera) who committed suicide with her only son in 1889 and and the mother, crying, turned to leave the room," One does not turn their back to Magesty". Well, that's were we are now; Mr. Astor is napping and we both want to retire, but....One does not turn their back on Majesty. We will do what we have to do. The story of life.