Rock and Reign, Queen Misty
Tuesday, January 31st, 2012
The Mint Julep Queens address notes to each other “Dear Queen So-So” and many of us close our letters with a one of a kind closing such as, ”Yours in all that is Pomp and Circumstance,” “Reign On!,” or “Keep Reigning!:).” Jennifer says, “Time to Queen it up in Savannah, Georgia!” and now Lee Ann has a phrase- “Rock & Reign!”
One needs a special closing when one writes anything as Queen. The more we do the more we need to remember to write those thank-you notes to the sweet commoners who come to our aid, who pay homage, or generally applaud our local Reign. We encourage Queens to develop their own unique letter closing so we can end our little notes with a flourish. Just so you know, The Royal Wave need not be unique, since we do it in unison, a tab bit like synchronized wave with an attached British ”He-llooo” when riding in our carriage. We want our waves to look alike, but lock step sameness in attire and literary voice is just too dull. Maybe isolating the proper closing that expresses your own special Regal power will take some time and that is ok. Better for your phrase to represent the real you, than to force it and come up with an incongruity or tacky.
I suggest that everyone needs a club name at some time in their lives, as well. You best be thinking about that too, if you do not have one. Linda gave us the idea several years ago when she divulged that when she went clubbing, she went out as Aida. It was just a whole lot safer she thought for folks to not know her real identity. Queen Lee Ann has been an Mint Julep Queen for several years now and she has finally found the Closing proclamation “Rock and Reign!” since she ran the Rock and Roll Marathon a few weeks months ago. It suits her. And lucky girl, she has a new club name, too!
Lee Ann is a girl next door look type with 4 kids. I have called her Ninja Mama, but it does not fit her charm. She attracts attention from men every time we go out. No matter the place. When I point this out, she rolls her eyes and says, ”But look at the type of guy who hits on me. That does not make me feel better.” Well, I do agree with her assessment. But think about it. Every time we go out it happens. Can it be she is non-intimidating, cute, all-America sweet as apple pie, and funny? Can it be that? She assures me that no, she just attracts unsavory characters.
When we finished her photo shoot at Cha Bella for The Membership Directory last August, the MJQs headed over to the the Pink House for drinks. I am completely freaked by the shoulder to shoulder atmosphere and the Members Only jackets surrounding the bar.
To tell the truth, the downstairs bar, Planters Tavern can be really quaint and warm. Frankly, it is down right comforting during the winter with a blazing fire, brick floors, and low exposed beam ceiling. In August however, it is one step away for being a dank dungeon packed with prisoners (and Queens do not visit dungeons even if they have had someone tossed into one.) If they serve cool cocktails and play piano in the dungeon, I will sometimes consider a visit, but not when it is over-crowed. At least this Queen does not…and when I do…it does not work out.
I think the air is bad down here. There are way too many people here. Goodness, everybody looks so sweaty. I smell mold. Or is it the drains? These people are too loud. My ears hurt. I can’t think in this loud place. The floor looks so dirty. Goodness, my ears are tingling. I feel headache coming on. Crap. I need a drink. It is so dark. Those glasses look spotty. That is not mold I smell. I think I smell rotten fish! Or sweat. The germs must love this damp environment. God, I feel light headed. Take deep breaths and relax. There is nothing bad happening here. Breath and relax. But the smell! And the loud echos. I have to really concentrate to hear . Oh. Do not look at that floor. Yuck. Owww, my head.
The voiceinmyhead starts getting all worked up and when that happens, I gotta go and go fast. I head upstairs to a more quiet space. Quiet and calm…with our two more mature Queens Dottie and Glenda.
So anyway, the story of the rat tail guy continues. From what I was told, he starts flirting with Lee Ann. And with a big hand flourish and bows he says, “ Would you do me the honor of dance?”
Lee Ann says, “Gosh, you know, I just sat down and got my drink so I’m going to have to politely decline your offer.” And that he leaves and goes to confer with the pianist. He re-approached Lee Ann and with another flourish of his hand he asked again, “If I can be so bold as to ask you again to dance.” He informs her that he had specifically requested this song just for her. Upon being queried by Katie as to what song he had requested, he revealed that it was “Misty.” At which point, Lee Ann took a more direct approach and said something like, “OK, dude, I’m just not going to dance with you.”
While all this was going on, I was hearing all about the Casey Anthony trial and the judge, by name was being described to me. Glenda stays home way too much and she was enthralled with the trial and had watched it for days and weeks.
“I just can’t believe they found her no guilty. I have been sick about it. Just sick.”
At this point, after 20 minutes of jury review by Glenda, I was starting to get my hearing back and my heart beat was returning to a normal pace. Kim and Lee Ann appear on cue, as if to save me from another moment of misery, this one brought on by the description of the likely murder of a sweet young girl and the crazy judge who let the murderous mom go.
So for now Queen Lee Ann has a club name, Misty.
I hope she does not Google the Clint Eastwood movie “Play ‘Misty’ for me” and read the plot synopsis on Wikipedia. If she does, I would bet she will want a new moniker.
