This week has gotten away from me. i spent a couple days looking for an evening gown for the November event. After a lot of looking and rejecting I found a Vera Wang black crepe that is very elegant. I have a black gown that I purchased at Neiman Marcus, but it is a little Angelina Jolie looking and I decided it wasn't what I wanted to wear to this function.
Bruno came home a day early and drove down to pick up some prints in Orange County. He swung by the house prior to picking up his items. I was totally surprised, as always, since he said he wasn't coming home until Wednesday. He volunteered to pick up the items because he wanted to see me. He prefaced his text by saying we were still going out on Thursday and coming by wasn't negating anything. He does have a track record of canceling.
He did come back on Thursday, an hour early. I've been after him to get his flu shot and he had declined. As we were sitting on the sofa talking and he announced he would go to the local drug store and get the shot. That made me really happy since for the last two years he has been so sick for months, his constant plane travel puts him at risk for all germs, so his willingness to go to the drug store and not the doctor's office was a big surrender. He can be such a snob about things sometimes.
We went out Thursday evening to a local place in Anaheim Hills that is over the top with characters. They have a pretty good size dance floor, which is a draw, but you couldn't get these people out of Central Casting. Bruno writes, among his many talents, and he was enthralled with the weird men and women at this place. I honestly can't imagine where they live or where they buy their outfits. It really is horrifying. At least he was getting fodder for his scripts.
Women in their 60's with skin tight mini skirts in leopard with six inch heels that looked like they came from Payless or K-Mart. Hair that was piled high. One little women came in with a flower with feathers on the top o f her head, a striped mini skirt and zebra striped heels. Do these people not have mirrors? The women don't have a corner on the market either. There was an Elvis type greaser guy there whose hair rivaled any toupe plus muliply that ten fold over. Maybe they all think it is Halloween.
The food is good there, don't ask me why. There is a five restaurant attached that has nothing to do with the bar/dance floor area and they supply the happy hour food. Bruno and I split a chicken sandwhich and we both had shrimp cocktals. The sandwhich was enormous and very good and I'm glad we split it along with the fries. The whole place is odd but a hoot.
I'm sure people think we are crazy because we do a lot of laughing at people. We do look like we are enjoying ourselves, which we are. We don't fit in and decided that went for most places in Orange County.
On another note, the day we bought the Cleopatra tickets for had to be changed. Bruno is leaving this evening for Texas, then Massachusetts, and finally Florida. He is making the trek for a man that I told him and he already knows, he has to be wary of. Two Alpha dogs don't play nice in the sand box and I look for a blow up before this whole relationship ends. For the time being the money, as a consultant, is great but you sometimes pay the price for the almightly dollar. The Texas stop is to see his son and grand kids as it is Bruno's Birthday and his six year old grand daughter is baking him a cake.
I'm home tonight, Friday, then tomorrow it is an Italian Night held at the Elks. I'm meeting friends there. More going on next week.
Thought I'd better get caught up.
Bruno came home a day early and drove down to pick up some prints in Orange County. He swung by the house prior to picking up his items. I was totally surprised, as always, since he said he wasn't coming home until Wednesday. He volunteered to pick up the items because he wanted to see me. He prefaced his text by saying we were still going out on Thursday and coming by wasn't negating anything. He does have a track record of canceling.
He did come back on Thursday, an hour early. I've been after him to get his flu shot and he had declined. As we were sitting on the sofa talking and he announced he would go to the local drug store and get the shot. That made me really happy since for the last two years he has been so sick for months, his constant plane travel puts him at risk for all germs, so his willingness to go to the drug store and not the doctor's office was a big surrender. He can be such a snob about things sometimes.
We went out Thursday evening to a local place in Anaheim Hills that is over the top with characters. They have a pretty good size dance floor, which is a draw, but you couldn't get these people out of Central Casting. Bruno writes, among his many talents, and he was enthralled with the weird men and women at this place. I honestly can't imagine where they live or where they buy their outfits. It really is horrifying. At least he was getting fodder for his scripts.
Women in their 60's with skin tight mini skirts in leopard with six inch heels that looked like they came from Payless or K-Mart. Hair that was piled high. One little women came in with a flower with feathers on the top o f her head, a striped mini skirt and zebra striped heels. Do these people not have mirrors? The women don't have a corner on the market either. There was an Elvis type greaser guy there whose hair rivaled any toupe plus muliply that ten fold over. Maybe they all think it is Halloween.
The food is good there, don't ask me why. There is a five restaurant attached that has nothing to do with the bar/dance floor area and they supply the happy hour food. Bruno and I split a chicken sandwhich and we both had shrimp cocktals. The sandwhich was enormous and very good and I'm glad we split it along with the fries. The whole place is odd but a hoot.
I'm sure people think we are crazy because we do a lot of laughing at people. We do look like we are enjoying ourselves, which we are. We don't fit in and decided that went for most places in Orange County.
On another note, the day we bought the Cleopatra tickets for had to be changed. Bruno is leaving this evening for Texas, then Massachusetts, and finally Florida. He is making the trek for a man that I told him and he already knows, he has to be wary of. Two Alpha dogs don't play nice in the sand box and I look for a blow up before this whole relationship ends. For the time being the money, as a consultant, is great but you sometimes pay the price for the almightly dollar. The Texas stop is to see his son and grand kids as it is Bruno's Birthday and his six year old grand daughter is baking him a cake.
I'm home tonight, Friday, then tomorrow it is an Italian Night held at the Elks. I'm meeting friends there. More going on next week.
Thought I'd better get caught up.
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