We arrived in Columbus on Friday with high hopes of an incident free Christmas. It was not to be. Within the first twenty four hours, A. was almost blinded by a shot of soap to the eye, C. pooped on the floor of my parents' very clean house and then fell off the piano bench and busted his lip. How could things get worse?
J. and I had decided that for Christmas we should give ourselves a night out. I purchased tickets to David Sedaris and made reservations at this wonderful restaurant. This night out is what got me through the weeks leading up to the visit. We were running late from dinner, so we wolfed down our steaks and headed to the venue. FRONT ROW SEATS!!! I could not contain my enthusiasm. UNTIL... we got the program. It was some friggin local actor putting on the stories of David Sedaris. I was crushed and a little embarrassed. J. was gracious and only made fun of me for a little while. He tried to be supportive in my time of disappointment. He leaned over and said," We were so close to meeting David Sedaris. It's just that he's not here."
We stayed for the show and then went out for drinks. You can't smoke anywhere in Columbus, so I was not terribly interested in staying. I did however give the people at the bar something to laugh at when I went the wrong way in the revolving door.
J. and I retired to bed and as we were talking I asked him, "What do you think will go wrong tomorrow or do you think we've gotten our bad luck out of the way?" He looked at me and smiled and said," It's possible that our car could burst into flames and we will be stuck here forever." He rolled over and went to sleep.
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Oh, honey! That really sucks. It reminds me of the time Aimee got tickets to see Barry Manalow's "Cocoa Cabana" at the Fox. She was certain they were going to see Barry Manilow. So she drug Dave and Sharon- Dave with his feather boa and Mardi Gras beads. The usher walked them down to their third row seats next to all the old bettys with their season tickets. The curtains open and it is the Barry Manilow musical. Aimee laughed hystarically through it, Dave removed his beads and boa, and Sharon left. I think Aimee drank heavily at intermission and shared her story with everyone at the bar. The bartender told her not to go to Elton John's "Aida" hoping to see Elton John.
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