So you think being a World Famous Marblelette is so glamorous?
Well, let me tell you what happened to this Marblelette the last time Willie Marble rolled into town.
It’s common knowledge that Marble tries to stay south of the border during the winter months. But there he was, sitting at the bar in an establishment that had seen its better days in a town significantly north of the border. He’d gathered the Xperience for another xperience. We were as surprised as anyone. We don’t usually see him from November through March. Just like you, we hear the rumors and the random supposed sightings, reported anywhere from the backstreets of Memphis to a small village in the Andes Mountains.
But to see him in the flesh deep in the heart of an early February cold snap was out of the ordinary. He mumbled something about being in town to “make a few things straight again”, but offered nothing else. I didn’t care much one way or the other, I was simply happy to be hopping on the Marble Xpress for a winter ride. I packed for what would likely be a long evening – light, but with enough supplies and accoutrements to meet most any situation. At a minimum, a Marblelette needs her lipstick, bling and boots and of course, a few of her essential Marblelette lingerie items. While this Marblelette was never a Girl Scout, I’d learned through the years to pack a few extra of everything when making the rounds with Mr. Marble.
As usual, we did some carousin’ and drinkin’ of his favorite brown Southern bourbon, Willie playing his guitar, the Xperience singin’ and playin’ the blues and everyone having a good ole’ time. Folks gathered around to hoop ‘n holler ...they were dancin’ up a storm and cheerin’ us on and we were lovin’ it! Several dives, multiple bourbons, many songs and some unaccounted for hours later, I found myself standing on a street corner, searching for bits and pieces of my stuff, that by now, were scattered from one end of town to the other.
I was..... stranded! A Marblelette damsel in distress!
By this hour, everything was shut up tight and no one was in sight. But as charmed Marblelette luck would have it, a fellow carouser, pulled up in a well driven van and offered me a ride and a place to crash for the night. The guy claimed he was a Reverand of some kind. Of course what kind of Reverand would be out tending his flock at 3:30 AM? But maybe 3:30 AM is precisely when a man of the cloth does his best work. By that point, I certainly could have passed for a lost sheep in need of some spiritual guidance. Little did I know that my evening’s adventure was far from over.
The Reverand said that he knew Marble, though he was hesitant to admit it. Something about a deal going sideways in the Florida Keys back in the late 70’s. I nodded, neither being in a position or the condition to ask too many questions.
Upon climbing into his truck, I was overcome by the smell of some god-awful stuff coming somewhere out of the whole heap of assorted paraphernalia stashed into the back of the vehicle. Not a good mix with bourbon. With minutes to spare before passing out, we arrived at his place. We walked through his toasty kitchen and climbed the stairs to the guest bedroom.
Which had no heat.
But the Reverand, being a hospitable sort, appeared with a small heater. The heater, blankets and the last bit of bourbon from my flask, the one thing I never leave scattered around anywhere, made for a nice, fully clothed doze for a few hours before I awoke - sweltering. I tossed back the blankets and began tossing off articles of clothing until I was right down to my Marblelette lingerie. I dozed back off until a suspicious odor brought me out of my dazed slumber. That heater was about to burn the house down beginning with the room I was in! Adrenalin set in and any remaining bourbon haze disappeared as I regained my wits and started pulling any plug I could get my hands on. First thing to go were the lights! It was pitch black with the heater still blazing.
After the heater was finally disengaged, and my near death experience was stuffed into the closet, the room began to cool .....fast .... and went from cold to Polar Vortex in no time flat. I began to shiver and shake which prompted a visit to the necessary room. Fortunately the gracious Reverand did make me aware of where it was so finding my way there, in the dark, was slow but successful. That room was a damn igloo! A glaze of ice beginning to form in the bowl - and my ensuing experience is one probably best left in the water closet.
This Marblelette was ready to leave the building!.
Putting my now freezing clothing back on, which included those damn frozen boots, was quite the unpleasant challenge. I gathered up whatever remaining stuff I could find by Braille and made my way to the street. As the sun began to peek over the horizon, I stuck out my thumb. Another well-worn but rather spiffy little red truck soon stopped. I hopped in. A discreet sideways glance reveled a decent sort. My Marblelette lucky charm was still working! Said he was a Doctor of some kind on his way to do a house call. On Sunday morning? He and the Reverand need to team up. I’m not one to judge, but Lord knows I could have used him a few hours ago for a personal hypothermia treatment.
As his heater began to thaw me out, I received a text. It was from Marble. A picture was attached. I did a double take. After a full night of singing and carousing and after not only nearly burning to death but also freezing to death, I wasn’t sure whether to believe my eyes. There he was, with that sly little smile of his, a woman on each arm, and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t standing on what looked like a Caribbean beach, the sun over his shoulder just beginning to peak over the horizon. I checked the date and time indicator on the text, and sure enough, the picture was taken five minutes prior.
I asked the Doctor to turn up the heat.
“It’s at max”, he responded. “But this should help.” He offered a flask. For his early morning house calls, I presumed. Hair of the dog for me. I obliged. I don’t know what kind of Doctor this guy was but he provided me the perfect prescription at just the right time.
I checked my look in the rear view mirror...a bit dicey but not bad considering the time of day after the evening before…and settled back in my seat wondering when Marble would be through town again. I freshened my lipstick, contemplating whether to ask this guy to take me to the nearest airport for a flight to the Caribbean to track him down, when my chauffeur cut his eyes towards me, a glint of recognition crossing his features.
“You’re a Marblelette, aren’t you? It seems like such a cool life. So glamorous!”
I motioned for another sip of his flask, took a dainty Marblelette pull and with a bit of a Marblelette smile responded,
“Damn right it is!”
- This Sighting and Xperience recorded and submitted by Queen Victoria