Only 2 hours delayed for the Las Vegas flight, which I slept the whole way through, and slept an hour and a half of the floor at the airport.
Came back to empire land, and went to slept for 4 hours- a much needed snuch.
An addition to the previous blog; I forgot to add that my wallet was left under the seat of Miss James, for 2 days. That car went to Valet several times.. but no harm done. I remembered this because of a shiny blue thing arriving in the mail. Curtsey of my lovely fiancée, a credit card. 2 months ago I received my debit, and now a credit card. I had difficulties getting one and this is truly a great 4th of July gift. No more having to mooch other people from paying on ticket master or few other places that do not except non local cards.. in short, independent.
So now with another card in the wallet? Someone may lose sleep over this (but not meJ) .
For the celeb report ( someone must fill in for hi guy, which is coming off the air). Miss Slocomb died today (and miss Brahms died earlier this year). So there in no one left to ‘take care of you’. This special report came in from my lichtensteinian reporter in new jersey.
We watched ZNN today and the developing story is that LA is preparing for the funeral of MJ. Underneath was soldier abducted in Afghanistan, gas prices, natural disasters and other non important things.
At the airport yesterday night, the only thing open was wolf gang puck, which is a chain of so called gourmet cooking for the masses. I was once before and very much disliked their butternut squash soup. But no other choice. They have pizzas , but there wasn’t one without an ingredient I didn’t like, I had to combine, by ordering the pepperoni and mushroom pizza with no mushrooms and with spicy chicken instead. In this place they make the pizza in front of you, and the clerk tells the chef (not Mr. puck), which opens both eyes largely in disbelief. I assumed this was a first to him.
When the pizza was ready, he shouted PepMush, no mush with SPchik – in a funny way. The result was oily and yummy.
Another airport incident occurred while I was sitting somewhere blogging (something happened while I was writing and I failed to add it right away, what a fashla). On the chair next to me there was a takeout box, that someone left (this was before the pizza). A guy walks by, asks me if I am done with it. I say it’s not mine. He takes it, opens it and eats, in the airport. He doesn’t look like a bum so I was surprised. I guess if I was very hungry with no money (which can happen to me by simply not remembering my wallet is), I could see myself doing that; though I must be starving, since I don’t like so many things, what are the chances of finding left over’s with no mushrooms, tomatoes, eggplant, onions, liver, etc…
Bon appétit and have a great independence day and weekend.
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