I ordered white linen pants to wear to the opera because it is hot in Saint Louis. I ordered them well in advance. Do you know what showed up on the porch? A mechanical abrader.
The UPS man who processed the return gently mocked me for suggesting robots never make mistakes.
I returned the abrader for credit and ordered another pair of white pants. They have not yet arrived. If another abrader arrives then I will return them and encourage him to deride me.
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We dined beforehand at Big Sky Cafe, where I again acted like a grownup and ordered a vodka gimlet. Then I tasted it and choked like a tween. Friend Anne tasted her cocktail and declared the bartender had a heavy hand.
I then, and this is odd, drank water and the cocktail and I didn’t have to relieve my bladder for four (4) four hours. I’m a two-hour girl, tops. I’m off at the end of the week to get bladder botox to make my bladder stop spasming … and maybe all I have to do is drink vodka gimlets to calm things down.
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The vodka gimlet was probably helpful when I realized the seats behind us went to a young mother and her three daughters all under 10 years old. Surprisingly, they were quiet. I was going to compliment them after the opera until I saw all three were curled up in the seats, asleep. Did she sedate them? No idea.