So, I’m knee deep in the guts of my vacumn cleaner, changing a burned out belt while the smell of burning rubber wafts around me, after a long day of cleaning, during which I’ve not availed myself of a shower, and said cleaning is still not done, and we have guests coming tomorrow.
Then the phone rings, and it’s Bluesman, telling me a friend of ours wants to give us Buffett tickets for the show at Merriweather, which starts in an hour, and do I want to go?
Being a good, responsible, adult, I look around at my disassembled vacumn, my unfinished cleaning, and take a quick whiff of my ever so slightly fragrant self, and make the obvious decision. HELL YES I want to go!
So I grab two of our fine hawaiian shirts, tell Blueskid#1 to make sure nothing catches fire, and to call my cell if they need me, and off we went to an AWESOME Buffett show!
Woo Hooo!! Fins to the left! Salt, salt salt!
It rocked.
