Tomorrow, I'm going to the opera. Adam D. has a major role, so I want to see the product of his labor, because I've been tending the garden by myself while he's been in daily rehearsals. I have to know by tomorrow morning how many people are going. So far it seems like only two.
My life is almost devoid of routine. This is my attempt to capture the strangeness of my days.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Group Vacation
A group of my coworkers have decided to pool our resources for a Memorial Day weekend getaway. The number is up to six. Someone is providing a plane. Someone is providing a house in the Florida Keys. Someone is providing a fishing boat. We're all chipping in for some Jet A fuel and fishing supplies. This could get very interesting. I may have said before that I work with some really crazy multifaceted people. I predict that somebody will end up in jail or the hospital. My wish is to be a witness and not a victim as the mayhem ensues.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the opera. Adam D. has a major role, so I want to see the product of his labor, because I've been tending the garden by myself while he's been in daily rehearsals. I have to know by tomorrow morning how many people are going. So far it seems like only two.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the opera. Adam D. has a major role, so I want to see the product of his labor, because I've been tending the garden by myself while he's been in daily rehearsals. I have to know by tomorrow morning how many people are going. So far it seems like only two.
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