Sirious?

Sleepless and I had the privilege of spending the last part of our European adventure with Maverick Midget King and his friends. Maverick Midget King is incredibly funny – in both French and in English – guess that makes him bifunny. As we were driving to his house proudly informed us (with his sweet French accent), “You can sleep in my bed, I change the shits for you.”  Very hospitable of him. He also shared some personal information with us, “I like to honk and make strange noises.” I love honest people.

We were chatting with him about the various cultures in Europe and he replied, “I love everybody, like Big Kenny.” Big Kenny, for those who don’t know, is a country music artist who was formerly with the band, Big and Rich. A while back Sleepless and I stumbled upon his concert and ended up walking away with multiple copies of his CD and stickers, “Love Everybody.” Knowing Maverick Midget King was a lover of rock and  that he wants to be a cowboy, I gave him one of the CDs. If Big Kenny knew how popular he was in Angicourt, he would be very proud.

Once we arrived at his home, Maverick Midget King was showing us around and graciously stated, “My ass is your ass.” Translation: “My house is your house.” I prefer the non-translated version, so sweet, so innocent. Sleepless commented about Maverick Midget King’s fanny pack and he replied, “When you came to France in 1995 this was very popular. I still love it.” He does love it and commonly refers to it as his ‘banana.’  We spent an afternoon touring Domaine de Chantilly, where the ground was covered with fallen leaves. I felt compelled to run through the leaves and invited Maverick Midget King to join me, “I cannot run with my banana,” he replied, “strictly forbidden.” As we were walking back to the car, alongside the road, he became concerned for our safety and strongly advised, “Attention (pronounced, a-ten-she-own)!” Sleepless giggled and whispered to me, “That means move to the side of the road bitches.”

While in Chantilly, we went to dinner with Stacy’s Mom, A, and Dolce (aka Stacy). We were teasing Maverick Midget King about his crush on Stacy’s Mom and he was getting all blushy (you know how this goes Skiwi). “Oh, my face is red and my face muscles are tired from smiling,” he informed us. “Sirious, I will be exhausted after you leave. Sirious.” He couldn’t have been more sirious/serious.

Our time with Maverick Midget King was both short and sweet (like midgets and chantilly), “Next time you must stay longer – more than two days.” As we said goodbye at the airport he provided us some of the same advice he had given throughout our time with him, “Be good girls. Sirious.” He then walked away and, just before exiting the terminal, let out his signature “a”. Sirious.