days until I return home
Yup. Here I go. Any second now........
Or maybe not.
For anyone keeping track, I did decide to let T. book me an executive cab or whatever they call it. I don’t much care what the vehicle looks like, just that the driver be willing to help me carry my bags. (Well, as well as the usually taxi-driver basics: not too much body odor, not too scary a driver, and a working knowledge of the local geography.
I imagine everyone else will be shit-faced by the time I get to the Bistro, but that’s all right as long as they’re still there and they’re reasonably amusing. These guys all spent their college years in New Orleans, so they’ve had plenty of practice, but they’re likely to be a bit rusty. T. certainly is; rowing is not good for building alcohol tolerance, probably due to ridiculously early hours and decreasing body fat.
Whatever Friday night is like, the wedding itself on Saturday ought to be fun. I’m going to attempt total babe mode, or at least at close to it as I ever get. Dichroic the semi-babe will be wearing a black stretchy sleeveless top with a killer skirt (knee-length, turquoise satin and black lace overlay with magenta sequins sprinkled on it) and strappy black high-heeled sandals. And toenails painted to match the sequins. With any luck, someone will notice (someone I’m married to, I mean, rather than some stranger who should be paying attention to the bride instead). With a bit more luck, I won’t freeze my toes off. Blackened frostbitten skin goes badly wth magenta toenails.
Going home will be even more fun -- unpacking all my stuff, having access to a washer/dryer that don’t involve a walk across the courtyard and the search for 8 quarters per load, my own bed, a comforter I’m not allergic to and real down pillows instead of those hotel things.....ohhhh, yeah.
I hope the cats remember me.
Posted by dichroic at March 28, 2001 04:31 PM