5 March
So, after the show on Saturday night, Cynthia and Helene and I went out to the bar for a drink and then home to Fran, where we all hung out and talked. It was really fun.
Helene was all into going home on the van, just like I write about here, the actual Van!
Anyway, we stood around in the kitchen as is our wont, then, when Helene expressed an interest, we raced into the living room to show her the movie of Ol' Mange. She laughed at all of the right bits, so that was alright.
The real thing, the thing was the snow. There was no snow, but they were saying that the snow was a'comin'. Helene's flight home was at 1.30p on Sunday, but she was wondering if maybe the 9a flight would be better to miss the snow.
We were really paying attention to the weather, because they were just predicting the hugest storm in all of the land, but the start kept moving back enough that she decided that the 1.30p flight was probably safe.
The next morning we went to McDonald's (which was funny, because she clearly had never been, and ended up ordering an Egg McMuffin without the McMuffin, though it is so pots and kettles for me to be mocking anyone's food choices, I laughed and laughed) then back home to watch The Weather Channel some more, where they were still battening down the hatches, and showed a reporter cringing in Times Square pointing at like the one flake coming down, shrieking about how the deluge had begun, and then we had to head off for the airport. We hoped that it wouldn't really start until after her plane took off.
So we went into the city (after my showing off my lovely clean bathroom and kitchen sink!) and I dropped Helene off at the airport bus. It was so astounding that she came, I was really impressed and pleased by the whole thing. I went on to work, because I needed to do some overtime, wondering what the snow would be like by the time that I left.
It was a flake here and another there as I walked into the building. I beavered away for seven hours, getting a pile done, then bundled all up like Cartman and went out with fear and trepidation. Would there be any audience? Would I be able to get to the theatre?
And there was zippety-doo-dah.
Well, that's not really so, because the street was actually slightly damp, as though it had sprinkled around four hours before. "Where the hell is all the snow?" I cried!
Well, apparently it is supposed to start today instead. We'll see.
Today's horoscope:
Make that minor repair or improvement you've been putting off. You'll be more effective and feel better.
One year ago today:
At first I thought that was typical of a teenager, but then I realized that that could have been misread by about every straight man I know!
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