Hello.. My name is Jim Corbett and I’m addicted to princesses…. wait… Let’s start over.

So – it was one of my days to work from home and I get a call from boss-lady needing a favor requiring me…. my camera… and a couple of hours… ok.

Apparently the women’s restrooms on the course at her country club have dreadful interior decoration.

Now how exactly the connection was made to replace the old ratty silk flower arrangements with photographs of the course, – I don’t know…. But leave it to her to bring her pet art director to snap a few shots instead of simply buying something from the unsettlingly large image-bank of golf course images out there.

But that’s o.k. – because the solution fit her… just like her hot pink flip-flops…. just like my recently confirmed, lovingly-assigned label for her: PRINCESS.

It finally occurred to me… All of my girl-friends are princesses.. Elise… Jeanette… Julie…. Shannon… Leah… Amy…. Princesses. One and all.

Rightfully so I guess… I don’t think I could relate to the textbook, subordinate, insecure, self-doubting, keep ’em barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen type female.

So I got to the plushy country club and located the boss… She parked her kids with the au pair and we tore off in a golf cart.

Note about golf carts. (Specifically when you’re a passenger in one piloted by a speed-queen who was raised on them):

HIGH CENTERS OF GRAVITY FEEL FUNNY WHEN YOU’RE TAKING CURVES,…. at.. well what couldn’t have been any faster than 8 miles an hour – but it was enough to make me squeal… (which I swear made her go faster).

We drove all 18, stopping to snap shots when I’d see them or when she’d need to joke and carry on with folks we passed, (*who weren’t in the middle of trying to take a shot).

Amy… Think young Auntie Mame. A fearless blond tearing through on a cart and playfully giving hell to anyone in her way. The nutty eccentric gal in this little closed culture of traditionally stodgy old white guys… The contrast was nothing short of performance art.

Note about country clubs and the affluent that frequent them: I spent a fair amount of attention simply listening to people and observing while I was there…. Wow… Talk about OUT-OF-TOUCH… Of course there’s exceptions – but I had to bite my tongue more than once while eavesdropping to keep from bolting out in laughter.

Nonetheless… I got my shots… Mission accomplished… Favor fulfilled… Another odd life-experience added to the list.

Note about this blog: It doesn’t exist.