Good Night

For those of us who are proud members of the Louie Louie Generation, the Pimple People are easy to spot. As I told you in my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot, they walk around with nails stuck in their tongues, texting instead of sexing, and wearing their jeans so low that when the walk away they can leave us looking at dirty crack.

Although age is not the most important factor for Pimple People Hood, most of them are young, so you can excuse them for not having a clue. But I'm sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room after a fascinating trip to our favorite diner. A couple of things happened that I really need to tell you about. One of them involves waiter's thumbs, and the other involves running headlong into a Dreary Drone Crone.

I got mooned the other night. It was cloudy, chilly and dreary out. And in the house, there was screaming about waving the white flag of surrender all over the TV news...so I turned it off. The quiet was sounding just fine. Then all of a sudden, a brilliant full moon burst out of a break in the clouds, and poured into the skylight over my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair in our living room. It actually startled my Lady Wonder Wench. She was sitting across the room from me on the couch. I think she felt that cool moonlight touch her soft, lovely face...she made a very quiet sound...and smiled.

I've been spending a lot of time this week, sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable black leather poppa chair in my living room, thinking about some lessons learned at the Wedding of the Century, when our Cassie married her Dave. All of a sudden, we were two families...in a way...becoming one big family. All of a sudden, we were all in this together. Some funny things happened. And some interesting things that got me thinking about men and women happened too.

I am collapsed in utter exhaustion...here in my big, manly, comfortable black leather poppa chair in my living room. We just got back from our grand-daughter Cassie's wedding. What an ordeal. It has to have been the most spectacular pageant since the super bowl. She was gorgeous...although I think she is a little young to get married. I figure a daughter or grand-daughter should be at least in her mid-thirties before she even considers marriage, because if she starts planning the wedding when she's 35, she'll be almost ready for Social Security when the actual wedding occurs.

An Email from Proud Podcast Participant Tom P got me thinking, as I'm sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable black leather poppa chair in my living room. Tom's a thoughtful guy, He gets other people thinking, and he's very definitely a member of the Louie Louie Generation. He says "If I win the Powerball tomorrow, I know what I'm going to do with the money. I'm going to jump on the bed. My grandmother was right, I would break it. But jumping on the bed was fun, and if I won the jackpot, I would be able to afford a new bed. I will not, however, be reckless. I'll take the bed outside before I jump on it, because I wouldn't want to bump my head on the ceiling." That's the kind of Louie Louie guy reasoning that sometimes gets us an eye roll, a deep sigh, and an occasional night sleeping on the couch from our closest female associates.

For a Louie Louie Generation Guy, Tom is reasonably mature, until he finds a piece of bubble wrap. But I think he's got a point. I mean besides the one we all love on top of his head. If he won the jackpot, he'd use the money to have fun. When's the last time you had fun? I mean flat out, falling down laughing till the milk comes squirting out of your nose, jumping on the bed fun? And why has it been that long?

I've told you in my book, Staying Happy Healthy And Hot (available at Amazon) that the thing that makes Louie-Louie generation guys the bedmates of choice for so many supermodels, and other beautiful and successful women is our gentlemanly charm, our poise and grace, and the fact that some of us have paid off our nice cars, a house, and maybe a boat or airplane.

So if you are a guy struggling to overcome the severe limitations of being young, in this podcast, you'll get the top 20 list of specific things you can do to help you acquire a little more grace and charm, in your struggl to achieve full fledged Louie-Louie Guy hood.

Where the heck did it go...the lazy, crazy, hazy, days of summer...and the under the boardwalk nights, watching the fireworks...and making some of our own...and the most beautiful girls in their Summer dresses...and walking in the soft Summer sand? Thjere's still some time left, but as Big Louie says in my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot (Available at Amazon.com): "Life is like a giant roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes." Time to grab your share of Summer loving...while there's still a little Summer left.

I like my life. I try to understand what's going on in it. But sometimes I get confused. For example, you play hooky, and they suspend you from school. You need to relax, so you go for a ride on a roller coaster. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. But a dog is a guy's best friend. So many single women are always saying all the good men are taken, but so many wives are always complaining about their husbands. Stuff like that just doesn't make sense. As I explained in my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot (available at Amazon dot com) I like stuff to make sense in my life. I'm not fond of confusion.

I'm sitting here in a rest area on the road to ruin. I had to get off, because the traffic is moving way too fast, and I want to take as much time as possible getting there. Actually, I'm sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room, trying to recover from all the end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it-news that's all over the internet, Time magazine, the newspaper, and the TV. Pessimists have never been so happy. The best we seem to be able to these days is to dread one day at a time. The middle east, the budget crisis, health care and the New York Mets...again.

There's nothing more comfortable than sitting here in my big, black leather, manly, poppa chair in my living room. But the "Boo-Boo Boogie Man" just started pounding on my knee again...the one I had replaced because he wore the original knee out. That guy is mean. And he sometimes sneaks up on me when I'm trying to do the Louie Louie Guy strut to get my Lady Wonder Wench's attention, like I was planning on doing tonight. I sometimes think he's jealous...like all the other guys who know about my Lady Wonder Wench.