Sunday, September 14, 2008

I Do Not Like Ike

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.

1 comment:

Tally said...

I love you!!!!! That irony was classic!