Jumping into the Fray
House terrors and meltdown yesterday as the realization that resources are tight and I’ve got the SLOWEST people in the world working at the LaLa – K pulled his usual rabbit out of a hat – the one where he pulls me aside as I’m running out the door to tell me how I’m dropping the ball on everything and that I am rushing him and it is causing all sorts of problems. Naturally, he pushed my buttons and I just start screaming. Lovely.
Meanwhile, went to S’s opening at Carol Robinson and it is good to see an artist meet her medium = good job S. L and P were there and we walked down to the Le Petite Grocery for a cocktail and Martha – the bartender – made one of the best cosmopolitans I’ve had. Then got a call from L, man of mystery, that he had come back early from Florida – so went to meet him and we ended up at HOB to see the Fray – sold out concert that as usual he was able to get us in.
Arlene’s in the pokey till I return – she was none to happy about that decision but I had a chat with her when she was resisting going through the door – I told her I had to go on a business trip to feed both of us and I am doing my part so she needs to do her part – she turned a deaf ear and stared at me as if I am a murderer.
Boston, bidness, and the girls await me with a trip to the gargoyle store. Then NY.