You may recall my earlier mentions of Hank the Flamingo.
Hank has been visiting Suite 500 for some time now, hanging out with my Herpet-American assssssistant.
He's a taciturn kind of guy, not quick with a quip or fast with a phrase.
He does however have an eye for pretty girls and champagne.
He was the only boy allowed to attend today's bridal shower for our dear godsend Joanna who is being snapped up in wedded bliss by one very very lucky man this month. (Hank is a bit jealous in fact, he's kind of flipped over Joanna, as we all have really.)