Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, hmmm.
Can I tell you about mine?
(What is with this align centre business? I predict it will be a short posting tonight, this formatting is driving me nuts.)
On Monday Fred phoned and invited me to a party for Patti.
"I'd love to come, when is it?"
"Of course it is," I say to myself. "I will never see another episode of So You Think You Can Dance."
My plan was to pick up that part of my wardrobe that has been at the drycleaners since mid-June, water the window boxes, clean the kitchen, throw in a load of laundry, have a shower, take my time getting ready, then head out 1/2 an hour early so I can enjoy the scenery at Cresent Beach and maybe take a pic or two.
At 4:00 pm, just as I'm exiting the parking lot my cell phone rings and it's the computer repair fellow letting me know my laptop is all fixed. Did I want to stop by and pick it up. Yes, yes, I did want to. And even though Cloverdale is not on my way home, I headed over there. My phone rang again, just as I was leaving their offices, "Mom? Where you planning on coming to Abbotsford for any reason?"
"Uh, well. Matt is in Alberta and Adam is in the States..." (These are his two Abby friends who told him not to worry, they'd give him rides this month.) "Can you pick me up? I wanna come home."
What would you have done?
I drove from the heart of Cloverdale to the outskirts of Abbotsford then back to Langley before arriving one hour late for Patti's 50th birthday party way over in Cresent Beach. (For those of you, in say, Florida, this is almost 2 hours of driving.)
The party took place in a greek restaurant right on the beach. It was lovely.
The only seat left had me in the corner with my back to the view beside 6 people I have never met before - with one of them being very drunk and extremely loud.