I posted some things, but for some reason it went on another site. Now that I have found the one I want here goes.
This was a whirlwind of a weekend starting on Thursday. Bruno made his two and a half hour drive from LA to take me out. You would think that forty five miles wouldn't take so long.....ah, L.A. It was late so we went to a place we have been wanting to try on Thursday since they have a Big Band. When Bruno walked into the house he was very taken with my dress and Kenneth Cole strappy heels. Nice to be complimented.
The place is the Phoenix Club (German) and since we were late the kitchen had just closed. We twisted their arm to allow us to order soup. The choice were Goulash or French Onion. We should have ordered the Goulash. French onion ended up being something with caramelized onions, mystery meat,which we found out was some type of liver casing, and BBQ. I always knew and Bruno concurs that the Germans can't cook. The soup was totally sweet and disgusting. We didn't eat it and sent it back. The waiter was nice enough to take it off the bill.
Then we drove over to the area they had dancing and a Big Band playing. The band and dancers looked like they had emptied the nearest rest home. All of the people had to be over eighty. Bruno and I decided to make the most of it and stay. Kind of nice being the youngest people there.
There was a little women that gave dancing lessons, she was Italian, don't ask me since The Phoenix is a German Club, She attached herself, literally, to Bruno and as we were leaving she said that he needed to give her his phone number. Now this women was in her eighties. We both laughed about her on the way home. Way to go Bruno! She was very touchy feely.
Bruno left me at 1:30 a.m. to go to his job site to allow some people in. They can't work during the day so the hours are from midnight until morning for any heavy work that needs done. His superintendent had to leave for a family emergency so Bruno needed to open a gate to allow some sub contractors in. He said he would be back in an hour or two. I fell asleep and he came back at 4:00 a.m. and said he had to go and couldn't sleep. He was leaving for Nevada that evening and still had to final things up at the California site. I swear the man is going to kill himself. I made him a cup of coffee and off he went.
Friday night I went to a steak fry where we had two hundred and fifty people attending. I made it an early night and was home by 9:45 p.m. I didn't sleep much either due to Bruno's schedule. and I was pooped.
Saturday morning there was a motorcycle Poker run for a fund raiser for the Wounded Warriors. I joined my other committee member and gave out water and marked the Bikers cards with what they had drawn. After they all left I drove down to Mission Viejo for a Bikers BBQ. Returned home around 3:00 and took a nap.
It is feast or famine in the scheduled department.
Bruno did call and left me a message. We had discussed going several places and getting together in between his travels. He is suppose to be back from Nevada this week on Thursday and then he is leaving for the East Coast again. He changed our date from Wednesday to Thursday and although I have a meeting it is only for an hour and he will be at the house by 7:00 p.m.. We are planning on going for Paella at a Cuban/Spanish restaurant in Orange.
We are also planning, the tickets are bought, on going to the Cleopatra Exhibit at the Science Center that is located across from USC. That will be Sept 15 after Bruno's birthday where he is being feted by his six year old grand daughter who is baking him a cake.....she lives in Houston.
Tonight, Sunday, Vet man is taking me to dinner. We have a lot to discuss regarding the Marine Corp Ball.....time is going fast and it will be here before you know it.
So that is my crazy life this last week. All is well
This was a whirlwind of a weekend starting on Thursday. Bruno made his two and a half hour drive from LA to take me out. You would think that forty five miles wouldn't take so long.....ah, L.A. It was late so we went to a place we have been wanting to try on Thursday since they have a Big Band. When Bruno walked into the house he was very taken with my dress and Kenneth Cole strappy heels. Nice to be complimented.
The place is the Phoenix Club (German) and since we were late the kitchen had just closed. We twisted their arm to allow us to order soup. The choice were Goulash or French Onion. We should have ordered the Goulash. French onion ended up being something with caramelized onions, mystery meat,which we found out was some type of liver casing, and BBQ. I always knew and Bruno concurs that the Germans can't cook. The soup was totally sweet and disgusting. We didn't eat it and sent it back. The waiter was nice enough to take it off the bill.
Then we drove over to the area they had dancing and a Big Band playing. The band and dancers looked like they had emptied the nearest rest home. All of the people had to be over eighty. Bruno and I decided to make the most of it and stay. Kind of nice being the youngest people there.
There was a little women that gave dancing lessons, she was Italian, don't ask me since The Phoenix is a German Club, She attached herself, literally, to Bruno and as we were leaving she said that he needed to give her his phone number. Now this women was in her eighties. We both laughed about her on the way home. Way to go Bruno! She was very touchy feely.
Bruno left me at 1:30 a.m. to go to his job site to allow some people in. They can't work during the day so the hours are from midnight until morning for any heavy work that needs done. His superintendent had to leave for a family emergency so Bruno needed to open a gate to allow some sub contractors in. He said he would be back in an hour or two. I fell asleep and he came back at 4:00 a.m. and said he had to go and couldn't sleep. He was leaving for Nevada that evening and still had to final things up at the California site. I swear the man is going to kill himself. I made him a cup of coffee and off he went.
Friday night I went to a steak fry where we had two hundred and fifty people attending. I made it an early night and was home by 9:45 p.m. I didn't sleep much either due to Bruno's schedule. and I was pooped.
Saturday morning there was a motorcycle Poker run for a fund raiser for the Wounded Warriors. I joined my other committee member and gave out water and marked the Bikers cards with what they had drawn. After they all left I drove down to Mission Viejo for a Bikers BBQ. Returned home around 3:00 and took a nap.
It is feast or famine in the scheduled department.
Bruno did call and left me a message. We had discussed going several places and getting together in between his travels. He is suppose to be back from Nevada this week on Thursday and then he is leaving for the East Coast again. He changed our date from Wednesday to Thursday and although I have a meeting it is only for an hour and he will be at the house by 7:00 p.m.. We are planning on going for Paella at a Cuban/Spanish restaurant in Orange.
We are also planning, the tickets are bought, on going to the Cleopatra Exhibit at the Science Center that is located across from USC. That will be Sept 15 after Bruno's birthday where he is being feted by his six year old grand daughter who is baking him a cake.....she lives in Houston.
Tonight, Sunday, Vet man is taking me to dinner. We have a lot to discuss regarding the Marine Corp Ball.....time is going fast and it will be here before you know it.
So that is my crazy life this last week. All is well
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