My brother, God bless him, has to be one of the luckiest bastards on the face of the planet.
He is a very charming, affable, extroverted guy. He was star of the football team in high school, voted Best Looking in his class, and is such a smooth talker he could sell the proverbial ice cubes to Eskimos. A former middle school assistant principal, he now sells cigarettes (wholesale) and is making money hand over fist. I’d love to be in his racket.
For New Year’s Eve, the company president (the one who last year took him to a Jaguar dealership and said, “You did pretty well this year - pick one. Its your bonus.”) gathered his girlfriend, my brother and his wife, and another couple and flew everyone to the Bahamas for a week - all expenses paid. This weekend I saw my brother for the first time since he got back and I asked him how it went (stupid question, that). His laconic response - “Pretty good, except for the weather. Cold and raining for a couple of days. We did manage to spend $21,800 for dinner on New Year’s Eve, though.” It seems as if they were going through champagne, congac, and caviar like all of the above was going to be outlawed on January 2, and they managed to ring up a bill of nearly $22,000 ON ONE MEAL.
I could do that sort of lifestyle some serious justice. Sign me up.
