My camera chose this moment to run out of battery power (not surprising--my phone is also having issues and I can't find my MP3 power cord--my gadgets are not cooperating), so I can't post the Christmas pictures today and there's no point discussing the festivities without a prominent photo of Marmot Dad in some MOST startling pajamas. Tomorrow I will do the recap.
Today I will tell you what I would have told you tomorrow, which is that I'm going to London in 2 days (whee!). When I first told me I sister I was planning to go to London with the Festival she said, "Um, don't you think it's going to be a group of elderly people?" Absolutely, I do. Quite possibly elderly people who really, really like to point out that they're well-versed in theater (which they spell theatre even though we live in the UNITED STATES). It's okay, though, because elderly men tend to like me and tell me again and again that if they just had a grandson my age . . .
AND I'd rather be in London seeing plays with the elderly than be in the library with the elderly, saying, "No, the library card wasn't supposed to go in that slot. That's the disk drive. No, it's okay, we'll get someone to get it out."
See how much better that is?
5 comments:
Still jealous of your trip. I thought being home would take that away, but it hasn't. I will live vicariously through you and your trip. Can't wait to hear all about it!
you keep talking about this trip as if it were going to happen. i don't understand that.
i just got off the phone with some of my new contacts out here. i told them you were an agency target -- threat level midnight. consider your wings clipped.
I'm GOING and I'm not coming back.
i support the not coming back. i'm not there anymore, so it's no skin off my nose. it's the going and going back that i'm opposed to.
Come back and I will give you a present :-)
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