PM to Temperance Brennan

[got_his_towel]

Hi! Remember me from the attic? Me and my semi-cousin are having a beach party in suite 610 soon. Would you like to come?

Comments

[dr_tbrennan]

A beach party? In your room?

[got_his_towel]

In Zaphod's room.

[dr_tbrennan]

Yes, but my point is, how do you have a beach party in a hotel room?

[got_his_towel]

Well, the sand is easy to get from outside in the desert and water comes out of the tap. A beach is easy to make. It's the paper umbrellas for the drinks that are going to be a little harder to procure. I think they might have some in the bar. Empty coconuts are probably too much to hope for though. Do you think I could get fruit for garnishes at the buffet? Little plastic swords? Hmm. We might have to settle for toothpicks.

[dr_tbrennan]

Ohhh, I see what you are saying. Well, why use your room at all, why not use the ballroom or the bar itself? As far as I can tell, no one really cares what we do here.

[got_his_towel]

Zaphod wants to have it in his suite. I find when Zaphod gets an idea in his head, it's best to just go with it. Believe me. How do you think he got to be President of the Galaxy?

[dr_tbrennan]

Well, considering the position doesn't actually exist, I assume he just named himself it.

[got_his_towel]

That's a weird thing to say. I mean, I wouldn't put it PAST Zaphod to randomly declare himself, I don't know, Emperor of the Universe, but of COURSE there's a Galactic President. I remember his campaign. He won that popularity contest fair and square.

[dr_tbrennan]

I'm sure that he did.

[got_his_towel]

Oh, good.

Anyway, the party is starting as soon as we get this beach rigged up. Feel free to stop by!

[dr_tbrennan]

Okay, thank you.