Hello all. Well, it is supposed to be a long holiday weekend here in Amurrica, what with the 4th of July happening on a Tuesday, Monday is supposed to be a day off. My friend and coworker is taking a much needed and long deserved vacation with a pal in Maui and I am genuinely happy for her. The place is gorgeous- a beensy little hobbit A-Frame on top of the main house with an enclosed outdoor shower, bowers of tropical plans and a peek-a-boo ocean view. Looks like heaven and if anyone I know deserves the break, she does.
Of course, in her absence, everything decided to kind of explode. We both manage the buildings we live in as part off our jobs. Turns out a switch wasn’t properly switched on the notoriously unhelpful software we use to manage tenant stuff so something went flooey for one of her new tenants that I had to deal with. And a plumbing back up. And the garage gate here became possessed by Satan and kept opening and closing by itself, then just decided to stay open all night. So of course this meant that someone in the building got their car broken into, because despite being told again and again not to, apparently like many Angelenos, they simply could not resist leaving expensive headphones, or Vuitton Bags, or full sets of Shakespeare Folios, or the Ark of the Covenant unattended in their center console. Even after being told the gate is frozen open (if you checked the police reports, people do it on the street all the time- it’s a major portion of crime in the area. People especially going to clubs don’t want to be weighted down by taking their Silvie bags stuffed with cash, bearer bonds, and loose emeralds, so they leave them in the car.)
It’s now Monday and the gate healed itself in time for the gate guy to look and be unable to investigate because the problem disappeared. It is now noon on Monday and I suppose I should be cleaning my bathroom but I am just not going to. I’m going to put the top down and go for a cruise. I hope the car won’t explode. I took the Rembrandt out of the back seat and all the Faberge eggs out of the trunk, so if I park it to go into Starbucks I should be okay.
I did wear Mitsouko, but that was more in the spirit of armor and pleasing myself than anything else.
So what did you do over the holiday, if you are in an area that celebrates? What did you wear? Let us know in the comments.