Before I start I am sad to have to share with you that the evil seizure monster visited my buddy, Fred. It might not be on his blog yet, but his mom posted it on his facebook and they could both use your good thoughts.
Friends, I need to tell you that momma hit the big old mark all as read button today without even looking so you'll need to let me know about any important news.
But it was so worth it because she helped me process the photos from my big date with Cinnamon! That's right! An event so big, so relentlessly huge, that it needs to be told in three parts. Today, I give you Part 1.
I am kind of embarrassed to admit that I accidentally fell asleep on my observation deck and totally missed Miss Cinnamon's flight arrival. But she is a resourceful gal and how wonderful it was to come to from my meditations and find her already situated on at my feet. She is so adorable!
Now Cinnamon's mom had packed lots of nice outfits for her, but for reasons that are unclear to me, she insisted that our first stop be the shopping mall where her plan was to hand over large bags of cash in return for some more, shall we say, date appropriate items.
Who is the Mango to argue, right?
About 87 hours later...
Hot momma! Yowsa! Right fellas? Look at the gams on that gal.
Given that Cinnamon and I are both most accomplished dancers, our first stop was the dance hall. She had scoped out stuff via the internets and selected a sedate ballroom setting.
Friends, can I make a confession? That ballroom dancing, while providing for upright snuggling opportunities is.... BORING! The Mango was like totally almost asleep on his feet. Not to mention that it appears to attract a questionable element.
I detected the sound of a possibly more entertaining party in progress.
"Miss Cinnamon," says I, "let's take a break and go see what is going on down the hall."
YES! Total score! Now this is what I call a dance party. The Mango wants in!
Can you dig it? Oh yeah!
Now, I promised Cinnamon's mom that I would not discuss my nards during my time with Cinnamon, but seriously, those pants! Surely they were not meant to contain my mango-ness with any degree of comfort.
So with a relentlessly huge RIIIIIP I tore that outfit off, tight pants and all and that wild, disco crazed Cinnamon followed suit and we found ourselves doing all out nekked break dancing!
Yuh, for sure, like you never knew I had the moves, did you? The Mango is nothing if not versatile.
To be continued...
Mango Man! Oh yeah!