Grandma-of-Salty-D. is turning 90. So we're going to her party in Boca Raton. The whole New Jersey flock was going to fly down to the sunshine state, but now it's just me, D. and his sister. Mom and Pops are staying behind because Pops is in a no-fly zone with his doctor.
Call the waaaaaamubuIance because I have nothing to wear.
I didn't have time to get my nails done or use self-tanner, or anything to prepare my visual presentation for partying with the southern Floridians.
So, as usual I will look like a plain pale morose yankee dressed in black while it's 80 degrees and humid tomorrow.
And, as usual, I am sickly and sneezy which happens every fucking time I have to fly.
D. is especially salty about this trip which also doesn't bode well for me.
At a former workplace, we used to have a dumb saying when we worked with consultants and had to do all that process-mapping bullshit that I will apply to this situation:
You gotta have MAP - mandatory artificial positivity!
Along with hanging out with Grandma's mahjong society and going to restaurants at 5:00, we will be cruising around in our rental Speck (sub-sub-sub-compact).
All snarkiness and whining aside, it rocks that Grandma is 90. And we're very lucky, D. and I each have one grandma left in our lives, and they are both 90.
Now I have to go and shave my knees.
I love mah jong! I learned how to play from some Philipino friends. (I think I just misspelled that.) They are cut throat. They took my money gleefully. :)
Posted by: jo | 24 April 2007 at 04:50 PM