I'll Have a Double

One more post today since I'll be in La-La Land all weekend and will likely not be writing. Although I would look quite cool if I sit at the Hollywood Starbucks with my MacBook and a coffee...wearing sunglasses of course, to appear famous in disguise...

Yeah, probably not.

Anyway, I have been pondering the notion of Last Call. A familiar phrase, it has such a dichotomous meaning.

On the one hand, when you're out on a Saturday night, and the music's pumping, the crowd is surging, the fun is bubbling up and the gang is all smiling (this is girls' night out, clearly), to hear the bartender turn down the jukebox and yell out, "Last Call!" is a total buzz kill. Literally.

However, the notion of having someone that you want to talk to at the end of each day, a Last Call, just to hear their voice and say goodnight, is a really nice, comforting feeling.

Lately, I've experienced both meanings of the phrase, and certainly enjoy the latter much more.

And, there's no annoying bartender yelling in that one either.

Manipulative Mama Part Deux

Wow! That post generated quite the discussion (see below), so I figured I'd do the follow-up, especially since the crazy girl (we're calling her Tammy) is still on the loose. In a not-so-secret part of my brain, I hope she happens upon this blog and recognizes her own deceitful and psychotic actions for what they are.

You know, deceitful and psychotic.

This is the latest email back to my friend Carey:

"Gosh, Carey! I hope you're not upset with me. I didn't mean it as a mean joke. It was a great marketing ploy and 100% effective. Everyone I emailed either returned the email or called me. This weekend I've spoken to about 50 or 60 people who I haven't heard from in quite some time and I think that's great so please don't be upset with me. If you prefer, I will take you off my mailing list and I won't be offended. By no means do I want any negativity from this. Truthfully, everyone got a huge kick out of it."

My favorite part is that she has talked to 50 or 60 "friends" this weekend that have called her in the wake of her "big news." So, clearly this person has a large network of people who would care enough to call her to congratulate her should a life-changing event like pregnancy occur to her.

I think that proves that there are plenty of people to form an intervention circle around her. Why isn't anyone calling her out on this!??

Uh, hi, Tammy? This is Reality calling. Get a grip!

Miscommunication

I recently ordered new blinds for my condo, through the help of my lovely interior designer (aka my mother) and they called me to confirm delivery this morning.

It was 7:30 am, and I'd just turned my phone on, and was still shaking the groggy out of my cobwebby morning head. I answered, and in a gruff voice, said, "Hello?" He explained that he was calling from B&W Manufacturing, and that my order was ready.

I said, "What?" He patiently repeated it.

Honest-to-God I thought he said, "I'm calling from BMW to inform you that your order is ready."

For a painfully long second there I thought I was getting a new imported luxury sedan, clearly ordered and paid for by someone other than yours truly.

Can I help it that new blinds don't seem that exciting now?