Off to Mexico in a couple of hours. Leaving to pick up the Cipro medication (however that's spelled) and maybe buy some new socks.
All my white socks have escaped. I have no idea what's happening, it's either the maid, the butler, or the house-sitter.
You just can't get good help these days.
Speaking of millionaire lifestyles - check out the movie Slumdog Millionaire. It is a masterful work of story-telling. Funny, dramatic, heartwarming.
I don't think I can say enough about how good this movie is on almost any level that you'd want to rate a movie. It deserves a best picture nod from the Academy, and it will be a travesty if it doesn't get it.
India's Who Wants To Be A Millionaire has a slumdog (orphan from the streets of Mumbai) about to win 20 million rupees. Nobody can believe he's one question away, and foul play is suspected. Over the course of the movie, his tale is told by flashbacks related to the questions he answered to climb the money ladder. The juxtaposition of India's stunning beauty (even in the poor areas) tied to the ugly side of that poverty is stunning.
I'm not going to say anything else; I went in tabula rasa, and I'd recommend doing so if you can.