What’s better than the severed head of your ex-husband magically showing up on your doorstep at 2:30 in the morning?
Nothing.
But for now, the fabulous Recoleta Cemetery will do just nicely!
I tell you one thing, Lois: Cybil Blaine is a trooper, and she’s single once again! Thank you, divorce papers! So even though the cemetery (“Must see”? Who the hell is this Lonely Planet to tell me what I must see?) was crawling with sad people and couples, I made the most of it. Judy, I can just hear you going, “he was a security guard, Cybil! Give it a rest!” But he looked at me, Judy. He had those eyes. (You know which ones I’m talking about!) Not bad, considering Cybil Blaine spent a better part of the day in Buenos Aires surrounded by a bunch of skeletons in fancy-schmancy get-ups!
True, Argentina isn’t exactly cracking up to be the third-world country that Voldemort (the ex) probably wants it to be. But you know, it’s still a bit rough around the edges. Lots of people—Mexicans, mostly—giving me blank stares when I ask for a Mai Tai. I’m sorry, people, isn’t globalization about learning from your neighbors? Can you learn how to make a Mai Tai? Just try one. It ain’t gonna kill you.
