The other day, Parker sent me a text asking me if I'd heard about the trapped miners in Chile. I'm usually up to date on current events, but I hadn't yet heard about the 30 or so miners who are trapped underground and probably will be for the next 4 months. Naturally (because of our horrible sense of humor) we joked about how if someone shouted down to us on a megaphone that we would be living in a dark cave, probably until Christmas, we would shout back the following demands:
- Pillow and sheets (preferably 600 thread count)
- And endless amount of Vueve Cliquot champagne and red wine (with Reidel glassware to drink it in).
- Pomme Frites (i.e french fries from a fancy French restaurant) and some red wine vinager to pour over them
- A television with cable (preferably one w/ VHI, Bravo and Fox. Maybe HBO or On Demand too).
- Parker's eyeliner and my under eye stick (along with a mirror and several flashlights).
- Some Origins grapefruit skin cream.
You get the idea. Meanwhile, those poor guys are going to come out in 4 months looking like Tom Hanks in Castaway (they already kind of do), having probably had sex with each other at least once, smelling like Joaquin Phoenix during his "crazy phase" and dying for a Burger King Whopper with extra cheese and a side of onion rings.
What amazes me most however (now I'm actually being serious) is how humble and grateful they are just to be alive. The fact that they are down there thanking people for trying to save their asses (as opposed to most Americans who would have a labor lawyer on speed dial on their cell phones and screaming "get me the F*&K out of here"). For crying out loud, they even end the grainy video by singing the Chilean national anthem. Sure, they will probably not be as cheerful in a few weeks, but for now those guys are my heroes.