Easy Street is the place most of us … especially the ones who live paycheck to paycheck … dream of landing on, as did our parents and grandparents. Here in Second Life, Easy Street is easier to find; one place is a group of sims that includes Casablanca Bay.
Jumo came out with a gown a few weeks ago that would be perfect for anyone living on Easy Street in RL. I missed blogging about it while it was at the May round of Sense; but it has made it to June’s store, and can be picked up there.
I wasn’t planning on writing again so soon; but events kind of bumped my schedule up a bit, as I thought I’d share this bump in my Second Life with everyone.
Now I know a little … just a little … how Harper felt when she went through a bunch of moves some years back. The sudden pulling of the rug from under your elegantly-shod feet at the general notice from the landlord, followed by the scramble to pack up everything you’ve laid out just so; and then the hunt to find somewhere else to lay your stuff back down, within both your budget and your land impact needs. And then, of course, the discovery of stuff you missed by the old landlord; with luck, you’ll get them back when they clear remaining objects off the sim.
Well, the bad news is that that’s what happened to me on Monday. (To Diana, too, since she shares digs with me.)
Hey, listen to my story ’bout a gal named Daisy Mae Lazy Daisy Mae Her disposition is rather sweet and charming At times alarming, so they say She has a man who’s tall dark handsome, large and strong To whom she used to sing this song
Hey, Daddy I want a diamond ring Bracelets and everything Daddy, you oughta get the best for me
Hey, Daddy, gee Don’t I look great in sables? Clothes with Paris labels? Daddy, you oughta get the best for me
I just had to share this. Nothing about Second Life; I just ran across it elsewhere, and figured the other Game of Thrones mavens would enjoy a giggle:
The man by the hearth sprang erect and hurried toward the latest arrivals. “Good eventide, good sirs. Be very welcome,” he greeted ….
… “You’re the … proprietor … of this Old Phoenix?” …
The man nodded. “What may your wishes be?” He raised a palm, smiling. “Nay, let me guess. Ye’ve fared through rain, in striving and distress. A bath, dry garb, hot food, a cup of cheer, a bed, then breakfast, ere you go from here.” …
Poul Anderson, A Midsummer Tempest, ch. 6
We’re back after a nice break; and, as you can see, I’m having fun already.
Despite the way my photostream on Flickr looks, I don’t hang out a lot at in-world clubs, lol. It’s just that clubs make great places to pose, with their theme and decor; and they often have good poses built into the chairs and other furniture. That cuts down on my needing to pull out my modeling AO.
Sitting in the bar of the restaurant, waiting for her friend to show up for their dinner date, Zana Sherman sipped at a Saurian brandy, and smiled to herself a little. She had been reading a book published some 2,000-plus years ago, assigned by her current literature professor, and one section applied quite nicely to sitting in a bar —
The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
She smiled more, and wondered if a “Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster” would have more effect on a cyborg’s brain than normal alcoholic beverages.
In the end, though, she was content with her brandy, and the companionship of a good friend … a hard thing for her to find, as the fame of her mother, Ariel Sherman, tended to encourage the approach of chancers. True friends were valued by all the cyborgs, but especially by the Sandhara-Sherman clan, with its standing in terms of wealth, fame and Republic society.
A quick visit here for me. I was trying to get this up much earlier on Friday, before this week’s Fifty Linden Fridays finished up, but didn’t make it. The skirt and wrapped sweater, however, are from Caboodle, and I think they’re part of a standard set of separates, so you can still get them — just not at the sweet L$ 50 price.
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I’m wearing:
Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5 Bento
Body and hands: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Eyes: IKON Sovereign (Passion)
Hair: Truth Yelena
Nails: SlackGirl Cheila
Outfit (all by Caboodle): Camille skirt and tied sweater (Azure); Mirja crop top and bra; Elia boots
Second Life® with Harper, Conan, Jem, Diana and Morgan
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