As the head librarian, I am charged with publishing this morning's meeting minutes. The new uniforms for the Los Angeles Lunar Society library staff have arrived, second photo from above, as has the new assistant to the head librarian, top. He cuts a nice figure in a Hedi Slimane Dior Homme suit, so he gets to wear his street clothes on the job, although even I will wear the library uniform.
As the only man on our library staff, I say welcome Dewey (his nickname, after the old decimal system of card catalog filing). A word of advice Dewey: hold off on that third drink, as my last assistant was on the bad end of a Lunar practical joke and he woke up in a freezing cabin in Carmel three days after the full moon with a wicked hangover and a terrible secret to keep.
Also: The Lunar Society is open ONLY to fine artists and film directors, no exceptions. Members are always "tapped" by another member in person and given their $15,000 check on the spot. Along with the check, a parchment scroll that serves as a letter of welcome and the map to the location where each new member can pick up their antique Waltham lunar grandfather clock is handed over.
Unfortunately under any other circumstances, when asked whether the Lunar Society exists the answer I must sadly give is: not to you, it doesn't.
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