Murphy’s got to die!
Tuesday, a day with no margin for error – I had to bring nine ceiling fans to the LaLa because the electrician decided he will come tomorrow and needs the fans – so went and got handtruck and as I was bringing the second load of them down and negotiating doors and elevators I said to myself, self, where is a man when you need one? and John appeared to hold the last door open.
Then I got a call that my flight was cancelled to Chicago. I was meeting a colleague to drive into city for a juicy steak and glass of champagne but no – now I was frantically trying to find another flight – found one then found out it was delayed by two hours putting me in chicago after dinner.
On my way to the airport, now with somet time to kill, stopped by LaLa only to learn the rain that came unexpectedly proved the leak is real and it is coming from the window manufactured in California – call to mfg yielded not much but to call Richard here and have him undo window and reglaze! BUT he can’t do it for two weeks!
Then the next bomb – Steve walks me outside and says, um, the cabinets that go floor to ceiling in the master bath are 4 inches too tall – same as the ones over the fridge – Steve said next time never do the cabinets till the house is built out – I said, dude the ceiling and floor haven’t changed.
So then drop off the Bean at the pokey and have to be accused of murder by the look on her face.
Get to the airport and find out flight now delayed by three hours and go to sit in gate and read through advertising journals and it is so cold I give up and head to the bar where a coffee and Baileys is all I want BUT they are out of coffee so she sends me down the terminal – which I do – and finally I am sitting with my blackberry and a cocktail and all I can think is that I want to be seeing the Black Keys instead of bellying up to the airport lounge tonight.
Murphy must be exorcised from the LaLa and possibly my life!!!!