I made a boo boo.
We had to have this security system installed in our new house, right? And to hook it up, they had to have a live phone line, okay? So I did this thing where I had our current phone number registered at both our current address and the new one–they can do that kinda stuff these days–but it only stays like that for a month before the first line goes dead, and since we’re about a week behind our final, forever, honest-to-god, I’m-not-kidding, we’re-really-doing-it-this-time move, service has just been cut off at the apartment where we’re still living. I mean, we’re moving in on Monday (the U-Haul’s reserved and everything), so we’ll have the phone back very soon, but for this weekend, nothin’. Which doesn’t affect our ability to call people–hello, we’re a cellular household–but since we’re, like, late adopters and therefore still use dial-up, we’ve got no email, no internet. I’m looking at it like an unscheduled mini-vacation. Jonno is considerably more skeptical.
But anyway…
…so, yeah, Jonno and I were invited to dinner last week at the Red Room. The owner crammed us so full of food from his new menu they had to roll us out. Or throw us out. I forget. Anyway, go–and when ordering, consider the beef. I always do.
…as I implied above, the house is nearly finished. (Just in time–this two mortgage thing is killing me.) I’ve got a couple more piddly projects to polish off, but it’s mostly mopping and dusting now.
…Dorian’s very own Janis Joplin Review was great. Loud, brassy, sassy. Maybe she’ll move on to Grace Slick next. We should be so lucky.
…I’m not sure now if I was afflicted by an ulcer or food poisoning or merely a stomach virus. It felt like all three for about 24 hours. I’m better now.
…most importantly of all, The Meeting has been set.
Well, that’s it from me. I hope to see some of you tonight at Trix chez le Shim Sham. Or not. Suit yourself. Feh.
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