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Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: May 2010

  • Art: A is for Art

    The art at the Musée Des Beaux Urinoir was remarkable. There was an exhibit of portraiture, and I found out I love Chuck Close. I’d think, “Ooo, I love that,” then look for the name, and it would be Chuck Close. All the art was whimsical or interactive or fun, just as you’d want in…

  • Amenities: A is for Amenities

    There look on Gary’s face when I ensconce him in a nice hotel room is priceless. Well, technically it’s usually about $300.00 a night, but it is worth it. The relief, the relaxation, the knowledge we will not discover the door lock doesn’t work when we are visited at 4 am by a drunk (Motel…

  • Adrift: A is for Adrift

    One more thing about the BNL show, then I go back to raving about The Hotel That Won The Golden Urinal Yam. The band played with the lighting a lot during the Louisville Show. (I am in the second freaking row and STILL I get someone’s scalp in my shot.) So, you see those bright…

  • UPDATED: Alley: A is for Alley

    It looks like all the Louisville posts have been brought to you by the letter A, I don’t know why. So, we really sprang for the top of the line in this Louisville trip. First of all, country ham notwithstanding, the hotel was tremendous. More on this later. But it was a really great hotel,…

  • The (Almost) Photo-Free Post

    I ate breakfast in Louisville at the hotel. I always judge a hotel in part by its Eggs Benedict. This hotel restaraunt (named “Proof”) advertised a variation: “Proof Benedict – Grit cakes, poached egg, country ham“ Country ham? Now, if they’d said “Virginia Ham,” I would’ve known what to expect, but I suppose a state…

  • Stupid Typepad

    Yes. Those were the thoughts SPELLED FOR NO ONE BUT ME that I typed in the bathroom at the hotel. Whoops. And they all require photos but one, so just forget them for now until photos are downloaded. So, you in the feedreader, ignore that.

  • Dumplingman

    Here’s what Gary’s been singing all day (to the time of Ironman). I am dumplingman Jiggling and wiggling is what I am. I’m the Charmin Bear No shreds are on my butt are there

  • In Which Gary Gets to Run Things For a Little While

    I was sitting about trying to remember what I have planned for the rest of the year, and I couldn’t, so I’m making a list. A list that will make you hate me. The Friends and I have been having these conversations: Me: “I’m going to” [insert extravagance here] “.” Friend #n: “That’s expensive.” Me:…

  • My Two Dads

    Evidently today is the day that Father Ghosts rise up and say, “Stop obsessing about your Mom! We’re dead too. Pay attention to us!” Evidently, attention must be paid to these men. Neither is a dead salesman, though, Jerry was a newspaper editor and Dan was a Purchasing Agent. A recap: here, or in short:…

  • Good Wife

    Last night, Gary and I were talking about hopes and dreams, as you do, and I said “I think all I ever wanted to be was a good wife.” If you live in the Saint Louis Metro area, you may have wondered what the booming sound was at about 9:00. That was Gary’s guffaw. And…