Its Looking Good for Winston

Saturday, March 26, 2011 - Another day foraging around Villa Woodbine.  Today, I got a break.  Bill’s party was a wonderful Bat Mitzvah during the day, so I could have an early dinner without having to hang out in the oak tree until midnight to eat. 

One of Bill’s friends from his BNI Miami Beach chapter, held his granddaughter’s Bat Mitzvah at the villa.  What a great party...pink table cloths, lots of fun foods for the kids like milkshakes served in lit martini glasses for the teens, even brunch for the adults….all served by Bill’s wonderful staff headed up by Steph Lim and Shaneil Sibblies.  Henrik Lilleheim, formerly of Heavy Water Vodka fame, mixed up the non-alcoholic milkshakes, sans vodka of course.  DJ Jody spun some of my favorite tunes, like Born This Way, and E. T.  Spencer’s photo booth was a hit for the kids, and the tattoo artist also drew long lines.  Bill even got a tattoo of a turtle.  He always says that a turtle goes nowhere until it sticks it's neck out.

Ok…so it’s about six o’clock, dinner time for me, Winston the Peacock.   I was strutting in the garden’s looking for french fries when I spotted two lovely peahens in the distance.  They are not as colorful as I am…no Lady Gagas for sure.  In the world of peacocks, we males are the colorful creatures, like Elton John and Cee Lo Green...  Anyway, these two peahens look like possible companionship for lonely old me...but as I finally mustered up enough courage to say hello, they were spooked by all the South Bayshore Drive traffic from the tennis tournament and the two headed over the wall into the neighbor’s yard.  Shucks…so close yet so far.  Well, there’s always tomorrow!

I did check tomorrow’s schedule and there are no events at Villa Woodbine, but Bill and his team are catering a lavish wedding at Villa Vizcaya.  Perhaps I’ll take a flight over there to see what’s up!  Too bad Madonna and Sly are no longer living near Vizcaya…I know they’d help me find companionship.  But I do have faith in Bill to help me…..

Still Waiting,
 Winston