Pollyana Cowgirl

Princess Lydia

A seemingly innocuous outing gone astray.

On the outset, it seemed like a rather seemingly harmless outing with a fellow deliverant of Year 1980, who seems like a seemingly low-key person. Sans drama. That is good, especially since I am the seemingly more theatrical and hysterical one.

So, I was told that I would be brought somewhere after work. Destination was kept a secret, to have that surprise 'element'. Like opening a little present. Operative word: LITTLE.

*drum roll please*

Of high intuitive quotient, I forecasted... a museum, a gallery, or a 'place of interest' of sorts?

The National Gallery of Indonesia
It was closed. Operative word: CLOSED.
*Readers, I hope you realise while reading this that I am trying to build a CLIMAX here*

What was I to say or express? Erm... 'it`s OK'... 'we will come another time'...

And then, I became a member of the Royal Family.
*Readers, at the count of 1-2-3 say "WHAT?!"*

I hasten to add that it might be a tad difficult to understand or picture what transpired next.

He (the royal in disguised as a commoner) parked the car and had a chat with the security guards in gibberish a.k.a. Bahasa Indonesian. They conversed while I shifted from side to side to prevent those pesky mosquitoes from my legs.

What happened next was pure comedy. I could not stop laughing to save my life, going red in the face and vibrating like a vibrator. *oops*

The gallery is now open for viewing. For me, Princess BohoChic and Prince I-Have-Not-Thought-Of-A-Pseudonym-Yet.

Imagine walking around the national gallery with three security guards keeping watch.... as you stroll along the corridors... looking at works or art... pointing, admiring, staring, gazing, making oh-la-la comments of the painting on the walls. Just you, the art and the guards. I felt like the Princess of BohoChic accompanied by a knight and his guards as I made my way around. I was positively tickled, making mental notes of this 'experience' that just happened to happen.

So, it seems... a midweek jaunt for me turned out to be a royal experience.
Thank you for the memories and the laughs.

posted by Poot @ 12:57 PM