A Day At The Races

Did you ever wonder what it would be like to be a man? They seem to strut about like they own the place! Don't get me wrong there are some decent blokes out there. (Somewhere!) But even though we've come a long way ba-by, sometimes women still seem to miss out on some of the power and even some of the fun of being a man. So WTF!? I decided to put on a man's suit and see what all the fuss was about. Huh! Ain't no thang but a chicken wing in Second Life! I didn't change my avatar except for a long mannish Victorian hairstyle and a Victorian style man's suit. Tee, hee, I guess I'll let Madam MAR take over now. Or shall I say Monsieur? ;)

A Day At The Races

Blood hell! I'm bored! Not since my trip to Costa Rica that I have had a bit of fun! I scanned the newspapers a bit and I saw nothing of interest but a bit about horses. Horses by gum! Now there's the ticket!

"There a love, Eloise thank you." I looked in the mirror and saw a rack-hell of stylish proportion, my tie in a proper knot thanks to Eloise. Sometimes there is an upside to having a automaton for a servant. Eloise won't be scandalized by my behavior. Now I could have found a male escort to squire me around the courses however game they might be they still would not appreciate my course language. "Oh my word such language!" They might say. Watching my P's and Q's every bloody minute was not my idea of fun! Ha, ha!

So I transport myself to Champion Horses and off to the races I went. Ideally I had planned on mingling with the throng and seeing if I can fool anyone into thinking that I was just your average dandy. However I was disappointed. Duce the luck! The course was closed and so was the bar. However there were seen from a distance a couple of Jockeys exercising their horses. How thrilling! How I so love to see horses run! I fight my depression at finding no person to whom to fool. The only thing for it is to get rip roaring drunk! Away I transported myself after a smoke and evidence of my being there.

Mieville Doyle was the place I landed at and away I saunter in my fabulous steam driven carriage. I espied a road that led to a pier. Quite a sailing ship I rode to another pier that led to another road towards a Teahouse. "Would sir, like a refreshment." I was asked by a waiter. Ha, ha! Finally someone was fooled. I genteelly nodded as I still was not confident enough to speak and pointed to the liquor menu for a snifter of Cognac. The little Teahouse was empty except for the waiter and I. My what a strong liquor! Quite smoky and rich tasting! My head was swimming so I thought I'd pay my bill and get a bit of fresh air. For awhile things were pleasant. A swan swam thru-out a pond and the sea breezes refreshing then I saw a sight that almost had me swearing off spirits for ever! An ape dress as a person! Oh dear! As I walked closer to the sight I found out that it was merely a statue! My word! Quite a bit of exclamations came forth till I saw this sign. The Laughing Gryphon House: The Society for the ethical treatment of bots.

How interesting! Eloise is a bot and I do not wish to treat my automaton in an unethically. So I close my eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. A perfectly sensible way to clear the head of an excess of drink. Entering the lobby I found free gifts available for the visitor and stairways leading upward. "What shall I do?" Good exercise is another cure so a way I walked. Two flights later I viewed a goodly library. Not being able however to still see quite as straight as I wished. Another climb of flights then was my goal till my chest grew tight. I must say that it was a goodly thing that I did not have my corset on. Resting on a stair I gave a thought to this adventure. Not off to a great start I did appreciate that however man's success he can not have quite the grand time women think they have. I mean I love a good bottle of wine as much as the next lady and when distressed a brandy is fortifying but to drink till one loses ones senses quite impossible! To think that a man spends most of his time working and then proceed to go out to so-called pleasures as to drink, gamble, and have love affairs. How do they survive?

I will stick to my pleasurable adventures of explorations, entertaining, and writing thank you very much! The only thing that I envy is the access to knowledge that they seem to want to keep to themselves. The censure of the times I cling to in these foreign lands are mere nostalgia. To think that at anytime I can go where I please, see whom I please, and live alone owning my own estate; I would sooner smash my Great-Great-many times-Great Grandfather's machine than to have to go back to there. I had quit my musings to move on and reach the top of the roof of the building. So far besides the library I had not seen anything referring to the ethical treatment of mechanical servants but I did espy a beautiful Arboretum filled with tropical plants. I filled my lungs with humid air but found not a seat to rest. Bother! I sighed not pleased to leave such a lovely place but onward I plunged!

Downward was most pleasant than upwards obviously so I took a look at those books, chose two and began to look for a seat so I could read. One book was about Dr. Nikola Tesla, hmm must have been after my time. [Snicker] While his book was quite interesting I felt as if I was reading a technical manual. Plenty of those in my library at home. However this future scientist has had quite the successful career. I have copied an excerpt from this tome however.

Nikola Tesla (Serbian: Никола Тесла; 10 July 1856 – 7 January 1943) was an inventor, mechanical engineer, and electrical engineer. He was an important contributor to the birth of commercial electricity, and is best known for his many revolutionary developments in the field of electromagnetism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Tesla's patents and theoretical work formed the basis of modern alternating current (AC) electric power systems, including the polyphase system of electrical distribution and the AC motor. This work helped usher in the Second Industrial Revolution.

Quite interesting fellow this Tesla. Ah but the other book had information on my favorite author Edgar Allan Poe. He wrote my favorite poem the Raven and had started the popular genre of Science-Fiction. I have a mighty love of that author and spent a whole hour reading the particular facts of his life. Edgar Allan Poe came from America. Oh how I would love to visit that country. I was born there but was sent for to go to England. So many disappointments in my life but I could not continue my musings for I was tired. Manly I rose [snicker] and walk downstairs to the lobby. Procured such trinkets and literature that I was able to carry. I even bought a couple of pigeons for my garden! I exited The Laughing Gryphon House and entered my carriage which I had summoned. Before I entered the carriage I did espy an advertisement for a entry for a hunt. This land loves it's hunts. The people here do not hunt animals as I have been told but treasures of trinkets with clues that lead to them. Perhaps I'll enter? But shall I return as a woman or a man? A woman of course! We are the far more superior I think. [Chuckle]

So another adventure awaits Lady Mar and you lucky people who come across this here blog get to read another one. Tomorrow! Now aren't you glad I'm lazy and take the time to write such thrilling stories for a whole week! Well if you feel differently or even in the affirmative well ya please let me know? Comment I need the imput and even some love! Sigh! The Author MRClueuin