Why should I blog at home, when I can be playing poker/watching CSI reruns? It’s much better to do it at work. Perhaps that is the first thing that is wrong with Corporate America.
The concert on Saturday night was exquisite. Tao, Michael and Ruth (the three “original” members of The Mammals) have never sounded better. They played songs almost exclusively from their new album, “Departure”, which is really fantastic. They’ve retained their very bluegrass/traditional sound, but applied it to songs that border on pop. I highly recommend getting the new album, as well as their older ones as well.
I ended up at Joe’s Pub much earlier than expected, and managed to grab what I think is the best table in the house - the huge round table on the first level. Twin D and squeeze showed up with some friends, as well as sneeker and sneekerlady, and we all squished in. The Notorious Ed Stern showed up later with D’s roommate Lisa, as well as Big Mike and his lady friend, but alas, we were already filled to the max. I really like Joe’s Pub, but it is expensive. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been drinking the Lemon Drop Martinis, or perhaps I should have only had two of them, but I ended up blowing a lot more money than I expected to. Oh well. It was still worth it.
Sunday was a lazy day with PSB and a tumultuous night at the home poker game. After being in for $30, going up big, and going back down big, I ended strong and left up $9. Twin D left early after cleaning house - he was up $20, at least. He and Squeeze are in Arizona, but are heading to Las Vegas for the day at some point during the week. If we’re lucky we’ll get a road report.
Speaking of Vegas, it appears that PSB’s job there is back on, saving us from a lot of inconvenience. I’m getting very excited. Jonny Z., I’ll be calling you soon.
Today’s work misdaventure involves my two managers, one of whom neglected to tell me that she needed to fly into a certain LA airport because she has meetings there, and she’s traveling tomorrow, but neglected to tell me that until this morning, so I had to rebook her into the new airport with less than a day’s notice. Somehow, the flight is cheaper. The other manager is now unable to fly (due to some top secret problem that has yet to be disclosed - medical issue?), but has a meeting next week in Charleston, South Carolina. This is not an easy place to take a train to. A very helpful Amtrak employee did figure out that you can leave Penn Station at 6:45 a.m. and get to Charleston at 6:45 p.m. I’m not envying her 12 hour train ride, although I’ve heard rumors that such rides can be fun.