Second curse....same as the first!
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captainsblog(Sorry about the 'EneryTheEighthIYam earworm. Blame the damn Injuns; they've booked Peter Noone for later this fall.)
The kids got lost on their way to the play. As in close to seeing roadsigns in English and French.
At the time word of this came through on the phone, I was in Night Court for only the second time all year, waiting for my case to be called, like, at that very second.
Always an equal opportunity child, Emily also called Mom in an equal panic, giving her the coordinates of the corner of the Louisiana Purchase they'd wound up in, Eleanor as clueless as I was about where, exactly, they were. (Like Manhattan, downtown B-lo has a mostly gridded system of streets, but south of a certain point, it gets all twisty-turny-19th-century and I have no idea where ANYTHING is.)
Both of us got calls with equal mixes of tears and snippiness. Yet only I was told that "some asshole gave us the wrong directions."
Unless she stopped someone else on the street, that asshole would be me. And before they left, I'd showed them a map, drew arrows on it showing them where to turn right off the expessway into downtown, and never expected that they would only question their location after at least five successive traffic lights before turning left onto another expressway in the wrong direction.
Yet, somehow, with multiple Phone Homes between the end of court and 10 minutes after curtain, they found the theater.
I pray for their safe return. All rights are reserved once she gets in here, though.
As for Simba, once they get home from this, there's only one more place I want to see his mangy mane:
The kids got lost on their way to the play. As in close to seeing roadsigns in English and French.
At the time word of this came through on the phone, I was in Night Court for only the second time all year, waiting for my case to be called, like, at that very second.
Always an equal opportunity child, Emily also called Mom in an equal panic, giving her the coordinates of the corner of the Louisiana Purchase they'd wound up in, Eleanor as clueless as I was about where, exactly, they were. (Like Manhattan, downtown B-lo has a mostly gridded system of streets, but south of a certain point, it gets all twisty-turny-19th-century and I have no idea where ANYTHING is.)
Both of us got calls with equal mixes of tears and snippiness. Yet only I was told that "some asshole gave us the wrong directions."
Unless she stopped someone else on the street, that asshole would be me. And before they left, I'd showed them a map, drew arrows on it showing them where to turn right off the expessway into downtown, and never expected that they would only question their location after at least five successive traffic lights before turning left onto another expressway in the wrong direction.
Yet, somehow, with multiple Phone Homes between the end of court and 10 minutes after curtain, they found the theater.
I pray for their safe return. All rights are reserved once she gets in here, though.
As for Simba, once they get home from this, there's only one more place I want to see his mangy mane:
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Date: 2011-10-28 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-28 06:24 pm (UTC)http://www.loe.org/shows/segments.html?programID=11-P13-00020&segmentID=7
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Date: 2011-10-28 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-29 03:58 am (UTC)They have two locations, one in Cambridge and one on Beacon Hill. I generally don't shop there, too pricey and too much emphasis on dead things for this vegetarian.
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 07:59 pm (UTC)So they won't. Ever.
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:04 pm (UTC)