Malt whiskeys compared: Is 12 years enough?
Proper storage of your cooking spices
Martha’s tips on underwear
Coping with flatulent tentmates
jennifer
At the risk of sounding like Michael, what … oh, never mind.
Hey, I was expecting to see a photo of my very confused self on the blog by now. See, folks, La Chica was supposed to go to San Francisco on Friday at 7:30AM. On Thursday the flight was cancelled, and we finally got her booked on a 6:40PM flight. I rushed home, got her to the airport … to find that flight had been cancelled too. (And my mistake; I neglected to check for messages before I rushed her to the airport, because she’d been checking online as to the flight status. But we later discovered that they DID leave a message on the phone machine.) So on the way home again we used the cell phone a lot to arrange to meet the rest of the family at a local restaurant. We parked, and La Chica mused as to whether the adjacent car could be Michael’s, but decided it wasn’t just before a young Asian family emerged.
La Chica and I went in although the rest of our family wasn’t there yet, and asked for a table for 4. I’m turning off my cell phone ring while I follow La Chica and the waiter, and La Chica disappears. I mean, I’m in a dead-end section of a tiny restaurant, with only two empty tables still in front of me and no way out, and La Chica has completely disappeared in one second of elapsed time.
I hear giggling to my left and finally look at the folks there — Michael and Diane. La Chica has slid in to the seat next to Diane, and Michael is playing with his new toy. Which is why I’m expecting an unflattering photo of my bewildered face.
Oh, PS — She just called an hour ago. The only seat available on the flight that she happened to decide on (leaving at 8:30AM today) was in business class. Apparently, it was classy. But they may have managed to lose her luggage.
adam
Michael was just recording your mug so it shows up on his new mini-supercomputer when you call him — he’s working his way through his contacts list as opportunity arises.
michael
Adam, as usual, is right on. But, Jennifer, it was very funny to see how long it took you to register our faces. It reminded me of my old hospital days when I’d run into someone I only knew in the prone position. I had to lay them down on the pavement before I could say, “Oh, it’s you.”
Btw,it was nice having your whole family next to ours. How come you weren’t served your platter of beef until everyone else was nearly done?
jennifer
But since I don’t have Michael’s cell phone number, I’m not too likely to call!
How long was it that I didn’t see you? I swear it wasn’t that I didn’t recognize you — did you notice that I didn’t see Hilary at all until I recognized you? THEN I realized your table was the hole she had fallen into. Not that I don’t have the not-recognizing-out-of-context problem, too. It’s just that you were on my mind since we knew you go there often. Proof: Hilary had thought it was your car.
As to the beef negimaki … I don’t know. We’ve had more than one frustrating problem there. And there were actually two other anomalies last night: one tempura appetizer came 5 or 10 minutes before the other, and one of two identical maki rolls didn’t come until we pointed that out. I used to think our problem was with one particular server, but she wasn’t our server this time.
And back to the airport topic: I just wanted you-all to know that if you go to the cell phone parking lot as you are told to (instead of waiting at DEPARTURES to hear what your daughter is supposed to do, her flight having been canceled) you will need to circle the airport a minimum of 3 times because you can’t get there from here. And if you end up circling a total of 4 times because you were almost at the airport exit when you learned that the flight was cancelled, you will travel an extra 7 miles or so.
Seriously, I’m glad to know there IS a cell phone parking lot, and to have some sense of where the signs for it are (and it’s not quite as hard to get between it and ARRIVALS) because it is useful since they really don’t let you live-wait for more than about 5 minutes these days.
BirdBrain
Jennifer….my solution to the Logan pick up problem is to meet my visitors at the DEPARTURE area. It means the travelers have to upstairs from baggage claim (which is only a problem if theyare lugging heavy duffles, snowboards, and boots…)and wait.
But for you – the driver – it means you can hang out… no cops up there….
jennifer
I WAS in departures (because La Chica was supposed to be departing), and they asked me to move on after just 5 or 10 minutes.
BirdBrain
of course…my usual confused brain …. i’m not called “bird brain” for nothin’
el Kib
Ouch, ouch, and again I say ouch. Or in other words, touché. And bravo, well done! Artful & hilarious!
rakkity
And in the next issue:
Malt whiskeys compared: Is 12 years enough?
Proper storage of your cooking spices
Martha’s tips on underwear
Coping with flatulent tentmates
jennifer
At the risk of sounding like Michael, what … oh, never mind.
Hey, I was expecting to see a photo of my very confused self on the blog by now. See, folks, La Chica was supposed to go to San Francisco on Friday at 7:30AM. On Thursday the flight was cancelled, and we finally got her booked on a 6:40PM flight. I rushed home, got her to the airport … to find that flight had been cancelled too. (And my mistake; I neglected to check for messages before I rushed her to the airport, because she’d been checking online as to the flight status. But we later discovered that they DID leave a message on the phone machine.) So on the way home again we used the cell phone a lot to arrange to meet the rest of the family at a local restaurant. We parked, and La Chica mused as to whether the adjacent car could be Michael’s, but decided it wasn’t just before a young Asian family emerged.
La Chica and I went in although the rest of our family wasn’t there yet, and asked for a table for 4. I’m turning off my cell phone ring while I follow La Chica and the waiter, and La Chica disappears. I mean, I’m in a dead-end section of a tiny restaurant, with only two empty tables still in front of me and no way out, and La Chica has completely disappeared in one second of elapsed time.
I hear giggling to my left and finally look at the folks there — Michael and Diane. La Chica has slid in to the seat next to Diane, and Michael is playing with his new toy. Which is why I’m expecting an unflattering photo of my bewildered face.
Oh, PS — She just called an hour ago. The only seat available on the flight that she happened to decide on (leaving at 8:30AM today) was in business class. Apparently, it was classy. But they may have managed to lose her luggage.
adam
Michael was just recording your mug so it shows up on his new mini-supercomputer when you call him — he’s working his way through his contacts list as opportunity arises.
michael
Adam, as usual, is right on. But, Jennifer, it was very funny to see how long it took you to register our faces. It reminded me of my old hospital days when I’d run into someone I only knew in the prone position. I had to lay them down on the pavement before I could say, “Oh, it’s you.”
Btw,it was nice having your whole family next to ours. How come you weren’t served your platter of beef until everyone else was nearly done?
jennifer
But since I don’t have Michael’s cell phone number, I’m not too likely to call!
How long was it that I didn’t see you? I swear it wasn’t that I didn’t recognize you — did you notice that I didn’t see Hilary at all until I recognized you? THEN I realized your table was the hole she had fallen into. Not that I don’t have the not-recognizing-out-of-context problem, too. It’s just that you were on my mind since we knew you go there often. Proof: Hilary had thought it was your car.
As to the beef negimaki … I don’t know. We’ve had more than one frustrating problem there. And there were actually two other anomalies last night: one tempura appetizer came 5 or 10 minutes before the other, and one of two identical maki rolls didn’t come until we pointed that out. I used to think our problem was with one particular server, but she wasn’t our server this time.
And back to the airport topic: I just wanted you-all to know that if you go to the cell phone parking lot as you are told to (instead of waiting at DEPARTURES to hear what your daughter is supposed to do, her flight having been canceled) you will need to circle the airport a minimum of 3 times because you can’t get there from here. And if you end up circling a total of 4 times because you were almost at the airport exit when you learned that the flight was cancelled, you will travel an extra 7 miles or so.
Seriously, I’m glad to know there IS a cell phone parking lot, and to have some sense of where the signs for it are (and it’s not quite as hard to get between it and ARRIVALS) because it is useful since they really don’t let you live-wait for more than about 5 minutes these days.
BirdBrain
Jennifer….my solution to the Logan pick up problem is to meet my visitors at the DEPARTURE area. It means the travelers have to upstairs from baggage claim (which is only a problem if theyare lugging heavy duffles, snowboards, and boots…)and wait.
But for you – the driver – it means you can hang out… no cops up there….
jennifer
I WAS in departures (because La Chica was supposed to be departing), and they asked me to move on after just 5 or 10 minutes.
BirdBrain
of course…my usual confused brain …. i’m not called “bird brain” for nothin’