Amongst many beautiful gifts I received for my 40th, one was a seaplane trip and lunch to Cottage Point Inn, nestled right on the Hawkesbury River. Thanks to the quick thinking of my beloved, we’ve now decided to fly up there around 9th March - the occasion of our 2 year anniversary. Beats the local RSL (just kidding husbandini)!
The point of this post (well the point I thought was hilarious) was that is was all arranged via RedBalloon, one of those seemingly ubiquitous web only outfits that you can use these days to do practically anything, like outsourcing all the dreck of your personal admin to Chennai or all the planning for your child’s birthday party to the Upper Volga.
The lovely Emily, from the aforementioned ubiquitous web outfit, arranged it all perfectly and perfunctorily. However, upon reading the end of her email, I was agog at reading her job title as:
Pleasure Relations Consultant
Now I know the days of being a butcher, baker or candlestick maker are well behind us as people now routinely and without batting an eyelid hire each other to clean their toenails, but is this for real? I would imagine a fair number of us would love a job consulting to people on their pleasure, although perhaps not on the phone (and especially not like ‘Felicia’, the hilarous phone sex “older woman” that Jeff Bridges opines to in the opening scenes of the “Mirror has Two Faces”).
Needless to say, we are both very looking forward to our trip. A huge thank you to those friends who chipped in for it, and indeed to everyone who came to my birthday in September to help celebrate me pass the big 4-0.
A night to remember indeed!
