Pure, Nonsensical, Work Avoiding Ramblings....
I'm in working 7daysaweekmode for this entire month (workapalooza). I probably won't be adding much to blogsville. And really having nothing significant (yeah, right, like what I say IS usually 'significant' hehe) to add now. Just taking a breaking between ending one Batch and starting another. In other words, I am being an opportunist by avoiding going back to work at this moment. Good thing I am the boss :o) Such behavior would not be tolerated in others…
While drinking half a bottle of wine last night (one glass at a time) and watching The Lord of the Ring's second installment, I realized that amongst all those adjectives used to describe a wine (FF Coppola's Merlot in this case) that 'grapes' never seems to be amongst the list. You got your currants, blueberries, vanilla, mushrooms, sandalwood, cabbage, patchouli, etc…but never grapes. Ironic :o)
I had a second nightmare last night that I forgot to bring my passport for my trip to Italy. Oh! What a disaster that would be!! I obviously have deep seated fears about it. I actually saw it happen a few years ago while at the British Air terminal in Seattle. A group of kids on a school trip were flying with a couple of chaperones to London. One of the kids had forgotten their passport at home, so they ended up having to leave with one less chaperone and one less kid so they could retrieve the passport and catch up the next day. Oy. I think this was the same time we flew out of Seattle to London and it turned out our State's governor was on our flight…which is not so incredibly outside the odds of happening…What was beyond weird was that we ended up checking into the same hotel (which was how I knew we shared the flight) at the same time and that my niece (travel companion) had babysat for his press secretary so there was a real hometown connection there in a hotel across the street from Hyde Park in London. Too weird. Did I write about this already on my blog? Maybe so. It got uber-weird when a couple of nights later my niece and I were collecting our Lion King tickets at the will-call window and the lady we knew passed us on the stairs, noticed us and gave a "Hey Juneau!" shout out. Along the same lines of small world phenoms…I met a lady in Verona who was from Seattle who actually knew my dentist in Juneau who had retired and moved to the Seattle area. And a little less personal but weird just the same was standing outside the opera house in Detroit, I struck up conversation with someone who was from Washington DC who, when she learned I was from Juneau, dropped the name of our local theater's director who had just recently moved from Juneau to DC. Small world. Oh yeah, one other…I walked into my lower Manhattan hotel a few days before Bocelli's 'Statue of Liberty' concert and hear someone call my name. I look up and there is a lady I had met in Detroit (who lived in Manhattan) who just happened to have stopped in our hotel's lobby for a break.
Trip update! Beckee and I are going to stay in Venice a 4th night instead of spending one day/night in Verona. I realized about a month ago that being in Verona would end up being just one giant nostalgia-fest for me. My friend Mickie who died this summer and I (and Astrid) spent nearly 2 weeks there in 2001. It would just be a sad trip down memory lane. It would be okay, if it was more than one day, but if that is all it was, that is all it would end up being-a sniff-fest. So Beckee and I will spend the extra day in our Grande Canal view room, next to the Rialto Bridge. Even better than that!! Is that our friend Astrid from Vienna will drive down and spend the last day/night in Venice with us and then we'll all drive down in Astrid's car to Florence. It's going to be lots of fun. Road Trip :o))
And last but not least, on January 11, the Teatro del Maggio Musicale Fiorentino tickets for this spring's season went on sale, both online and via the phone. I stayed up late on the 10th, which was early morning in Italy to get some of the first released tickets. I was buying tickets for each of the 3 nights performances. The best I did was 2nd row and got 4th row for another night. The opening night performance had only 'cheap' seats available from the onset, so we are up in a right side box for that night. It was disappointing, because they show a 'chart' online of exactly what seats are available and which ones have been sold over the internet. They were NOT releasing any of the front row seats. Very frustrating. The next day, I checked out the 'charts' and saw that on one night they had finally released a few front row seats (and sold out the other!). I was pissed off for about 2 minutes, then had an epiphany. I came up with a scheme to 'beat the computer system' that if it worked would get me some front row seats, too. I realized by looking at the chart of available seats that by choosing the maximum amount of seats, which was 4, that as long as I typed fast (and I do) that even if it (the system) offered me 4 less desirable seats, that I could type fast enough (they ask for your life history each time you look for seats!) so that if they offered me four seats I did NOT want, that the 'system' would still hold those for me for 2 minutes. This meant I had those 2 minutes to ask again for 4 seats, type in my life history (name address passport place of birth, etc) and it would HAVE to offer me 4 other seats. Those four other seats, according to my calculations would HAVE to be front row :o) It worked. Hehe. It will go down in history as one of the highlights of my life. It was brilliant and satisfying and geez, how I love Front Row seats. Astrid and another friend will take the 2 extra tiks. Cha ching.
Well this is a crazy, dis-jointed, all over the place bit of rambling. I stop now. Hiho Hiho
While drinking half a bottle of wine last night (one glass at a time) and watching The Lord of the Ring's second installment, I realized that amongst all those adjectives used to describe a wine (FF Coppola's Merlot in this case) that 'grapes' never seems to be amongst the list. You got your currants, blueberries, vanilla, mushrooms, sandalwood, cabbage, patchouli, etc…but never grapes. Ironic :o)
I had a second nightmare last night that I forgot to bring my passport for my trip to Italy. Oh! What a disaster that would be!! I obviously have deep seated fears about it. I actually saw it happen a few years ago while at the British Air terminal in Seattle. A group of kids on a school trip were flying with a couple of chaperones to London. One of the kids had forgotten their passport at home, so they ended up having to leave with one less chaperone and one less kid so they could retrieve the passport and catch up the next day. Oy. I think this was the same time we flew out of Seattle to London and it turned out our State's governor was on our flight…which is not so incredibly outside the odds of happening…What was beyond weird was that we ended up checking into the same hotel (which was how I knew we shared the flight) at the same time and that my niece (travel companion) had babysat for his press secretary so there was a real hometown connection there in a hotel across the street from Hyde Park in London. Too weird. Did I write about this already on my blog? Maybe so. It got uber-weird when a couple of nights later my niece and I were collecting our Lion King tickets at the will-call window and the lady we knew passed us on the stairs, noticed us and gave a "Hey Juneau!" shout out. Along the same lines of small world phenoms…I met a lady in Verona who was from Seattle who actually knew my dentist in Juneau who had retired and moved to the Seattle area. And a little less personal but weird just the same was standing outside the opera house in Detroit, I struck up conversation with someone who was from Washington DC who, when she learned I was from Juneau, dropped the name of our local theater's director who had just recently moved from Juneau to DC. Small world. Oh yeah, one other…I walked into my lower Manhattan hotel a few days before Bocelli's 'Statue of Liberty' concert and hear someone call my name. I look up and there is a lady I had met in Detroit (who lived in Manhattan) who just happened to have stopped in our hotel's lobby for a break.
Trip update! Beckee and I are going to stay in Venice a 4th night instead of spending one day/night in Verona. I realized about a month ago that being in Verona would end up being just one giant nostalgia-fest for me. My friend Mickie who died this summer and I (and Astrid) spent nearly 2 weeks there in 2001. It would just be a sad trip down memory lane. It would be okay, if it was more than one day, but if that is all it was, that is all it would end up being-a sniff-fest. So Beckee and I will spend the extra day in our Grande Canal view room, next to the Rialto Bridge. Even better than that!! Is that our friend Astrid from Vienna will drive down and spend the last day/night in Venice with us and then we'll all drive down in Astrid's car to Florence. It's going to be lots of fun. Road Trip :o))
And last but not least, on January 11, the Teatro del Maggio Musicale Fiorentino tickets for this spring's season went on sale, both online and via the phone. I stayed up late on the 10th, which was early morning in Italy to get some of the first released tickets. I was buying tickets for each of the 3 nights performances. The best I did was 2nd row and got 4th row for another night. The opening night performance had only 'cheap' seats available from the onset, so we are up in a right side box for that night. It was disappointing, because they show a 'chart' online of exactly what seats are available and which ones have been sold over the internet. They were NOT releasing any of the front row seats. Very frustrating. The next day, I checked out the 'charts' and saw that on one night they had finally released a few front row seats (and sold out the other!). I was pissed off for about 2 minutes, then had an epiphany. I came up with a scheme to 'beat the computer system' that if it worked would get me some front row seats, too. I realized by looking at the chart of available seats that by choosing the maximum amount of seats, which was 4, that as long as I typed fast (and I do) that even if it (the system) offered me 4 less desirable seats, that I could type fast enough (they ask for your life history each time you look for seats!) so that if they offered me four seats I did NOT want, that the 'system' would still hold those for me for 2 minutes. This meant I had those 2 minutes to ask again for 4 seats, type in my life history (name address passport place of birth, etc) and it would HAVE to offer me 4 other seats. Those four other seats, according to my calculations would HAVE to be front row :o) It worked. Hehe. It will go down in history as one of the highlights of my life. It was brilliant and satisfying and geez, how I love Front Row seats. Astrid and another friend will take the 2 extra tiks. Cha ching.
Well this is a crazy, dis-jointed, all over the place bit of rambling. I stop now. Hiho Hiho
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