No power. No ice. No hot water. Peanut butter. Tuna fish. To quote those two divine divas Barbra Streisand and Donna Summer, "Enough is enough is enough is enough."
Today, Shlomo and I fled to San Antonio. Right now, we are holed up in a luxe hotel room with the dogs and the parrot. We are only here for a couple of nights. The finches will be fine. The fish are what they are. Without aeration or filtration, there is only so much we can do.
I had the best fried oysters in the world (they are served over squid-ink pasta with a dab of hollandaise) at our favorite restaurant here. And, there was a Grand Marnier souffle for dessert.
Enough about food. I felt a little like the Beverly Hillbillies as we walked the dogs through the lobby while carrying a parrot in a tropical print carrying case. Just as I called it, Loco squawked in the middle of the lobby. So far, though, we have avoided the embarassment of one of the dogs leaving a little brown present in a very public place. Mark my words: it will happen.
We are exhausted and ready to turn in for the night. So, I will leave you with the biggest irony of the day. We had been without power, air conditioning, and tv for a while. We drove over three hours to get here. We get in our room and I turn on the tv to see none other than What's Love Got To Do With It on Lifetime...television for women and gay men. Of course, it was a scene where Ike beat the hell out of Tina. I now know just how she felt.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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I love you!!!!! That irony was classic!
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