We are finding, on this day of preparation, as we pack and shop and run errands and do laundry and hem pants (and, pray, do not get us started on this particular issue- we know that there are tailors for such tasks, we are quite well aware of that, and if only others in our traveling troupe were aware of their existence as well, why then, perhaps we shouldn't have 'hemming seersucker trousers' on our to-do list) and all the other myriad of tasks one invariably has to accomplish before a trip (most especially a trip to none other than The Kentucky Derby), that the luxury of a personal assistant does not sound like such a frivolous expense at this particular point.
We should also point out that, like any idiot trying to get prepare for travel, we have accepted an invitation to be seen this evening. As a gracious and socially integrated individual,when we were offered a pair of tickets to Arcade Fire this evening, we accepted them (we should admit, it was less 'accepting' and more of an 'ecstatically jumping up and down in affirmation'- we realize, however, this does nothing to paint us as 'gracious' or 'socially integrated'). Thus, what we could have accomplished in the hours between 5:30 and 10 must now be finished by the former, or picked up after the latter.
The next time we announce a trip of these proportions, we will be most grateful for any volunteers to help in the preparations. This time, we suppose, we will just have to keep today's post shorter than we would prefer, and get to the trousers.
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