Amy and I went to the very cold New York City last night to see I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change (turn down your volume before you click). At first, when she told me about the musical, I thought she was trying to send a message.
The musical was cute. The songs weren’t magnificent, but some were memorable and the performers (a cast of four playing multiple characters) were very good.
Before the show, we had dinner in a small barbecue place down the street from the theater. The food was great but the drinks had way too much alcohol. It was a nice end to a full weekend. I had originally planned to take off from work today to extend my time, but decided not to and save the vacation day for another time, preferrably when Amy doesn’t have an appointment with her dentist. But there isn’t much going on in the office. The boss is out because she, like Amy, sliced her hand with a knife this weekend. There must be something going around.
“but the drinks had way too much alcohol”
That’s impossible.
Yeah, you usually hear the complaint the other way around.
And how odd that my friend Jon also sliced his hand with a knife this weekend? Weird….
perhaps it’s the same phenomenon that’s causing all the olympic skaters to fall down?