The Entourage Question

Having coffee with friends last night, we somehow got on the topic of being rich; filthy filthy rich, the kind that warrants forming an entourage to follow you around. Who would be in your entourage? We all took this question quite seriously, since we're all expecting to be ludicrously wealthy within the next few years (heh heh).This just might be one of those psychological/personality profiling questions, indicating not only your present perspective of the world but your underlying values as well. The rules were as follows:

1) Five creatures (men, women, or animals)
2) Creatures must be non-fiction (no cartoons or comic book heroes allowed, unfortunately)
3) Creatures may be living in present-day or deceased, though it is assumed you want the "living" version of the person in the entourage (what fun is a corpse to drag around)
4) Family members are not allowed

Some of our responses:
Lauren: Fred Armisen, Amy Poehler, Ashton Kutcher, John Mayer, Justin Timberlake
Gerry: Samuel L. Jackson, Christopher Walken, Mr. T, The Flight of the Conchords (Brett and Germain count as one, we decided), and Conan O'Brien
Calvin: Motor-mouth Jones (Police Academy Movies), Christopher Walken, John Malkovich, McKinley (pet labrador), and the Dalai Lama

Analyze that list, if you dare. Obviously Lauren would be content for the rest of her life as long as she has five comedians around her coloring the world with humor. Gerry... well, Gerry obviously values being both funny and lethal at the same time. As far as my own list, I can only guess why Motor-mouth Jones made the list (in fact, he was the first person that came to mind... I haven't seen those movies in at least a decade. Hmmm). The remaining characters were chosen not for their disposition, but because I'd love to see them in an entourage role. By definition members of the entourage are privy to the indulgences of the head individual, but they are also cast into a strange subservient role. So think about it: McKinley and I wearing matching bling, Motor-mouth Jones teaching the Lama how to sound like a telephone, and the Walken/Malkovich duo just staring at eachother with those unblinking creepy stares that made them famous.

Strange thoughts on this Monday evening. Or as HS Thompson would say, "strange vibrations". That's probably enough for now.