This has been a lackluster week in a lackluster season. The season brochure is due to head for the printers today. It will be interesting to see what mistakes hide in its pages. Jenny is a great person, but she doesn’t seem to be a terrific proofreader (I know, I know, throwing stones, but at least I ask for help). Last program, she spelt Philadelphia wrong. I don’t know why the program didn’t catch it, but there you go. Hopefully at least the prices will be right. The phone seems to only ring for robo calls at the moment. Sigh… not good at all.
Last night we went out to celebrate Barb’s selling of her place in Clements. She got the final payment in December and it’s taken this long to get everyone together. It was nice to see Marsha Solomon and the Topps. It had been ages since I’d seen them. Barb treated everyone at Midgley’s which is a upscale pub. Silly me, I thought because it was cold last night, we’d eat inside and wore a dress. Wrong, wrong, wrong. We ate outside and I froze, despite the heaters. Happily, I was wearing my wool cape from Scotland and used it as a blanket for my legs and I had a shawl that helped up top. Apparently, TBG never bothered to pass Barb’s message on to me.
When we got home, I was cold, grumpy, I had to pee, and really wanted to be in bed. I climbed out of the car and followed TBG up the sidewalk only to plow into him.
“What?” say I, rather unkindly.
“Skunk,” sez him and that was that.
We waited until he passed. Thankfully, he wanted nothing to do with us, either, and left. Happily, within twenty minutes, I was happily curled up in bed with a book and three cats.
This morning I have a haircut and this afternoon, we head up to Sacramento. The first stop is to check out the parking at the airport. We are planning to spend the night before we fly to Alaska in Sacramento as we fly out at 6 a.m. If we waited and left from home, we’d have to be on the road by 3 a.m. This way, we don’t have to get up until 4 a.m. However, the long term parking shuttlebuses are dicey at that time of the morning, so TBG wanted to see if he could walk back to the terminal. This is a reconnaissance mission.
After that, we are meeting up for dinner with our friends, whom we haven’t seen since September, due to their traveling. After that, we are seeing A Bronx Tale. I’m wondering how many people will actually show up.
Jeff and Barb had their Italy tour canceled by their tour company (*yay* full refund), but they are sad, of course. We’ve paid for our June cruise, but we have insurance like always, in case something comes up. I’m hoping that by June, the hysteria will have died down. Don’t count on the news media letting go of it, though. They know what sells papers and makes ratings. Sadly, too many are more interested in the bottom dollar than actual reporting.
On that cheerful note, I hope that you all rock your Friday and that the weekend will be long and sweet for you. I’m just gonna go wash my hands…