Missing Blogs

In my case having a life and blogging don't seem to mix. It's the difference between carving out time for writing a blog and having all the time you need to do any kind of shit you want; like writing a blog. That must mean I haven't carved out because . . .

As I mentioned last time, my daughter Denise (not her real name, of course) graduated from college in April. My graduation gift you her was two round trip tickets (and hotel, etc.) to London. The second ticket was for me because I had helped her find a temporary job in Cambridge with my old company for six weeksand I was her traveling companion. We had an interesting time. Interesting time like when the Chinese say "May you live in interesting times." It was a busy and tiring but rewarding experience -- for both of us, I think. Having been to Europe many, many times, London in particular at least 40 times, I had offered to help Denise with her first trip abroad. I was not looking forward to making the flight in coach, and my concerns were borne out. Even in an exit row seat with my daughter next to me, it was exhausting for both of us. We got to our hotel without any trouble and I fell asleep. I knew things were taking a turn for the worse when I woke up and Denise was nearly in tears because she had not gotten her work visa stamped at immigration at the airport. I was very reassuring -- just an administrative snafu that we can handle, blah, blah. I was not buying the student job agency's crap that we might have to leave the country and come back. So we hit the Big Bus tour and saw the sights -- a few.

The next day we went to the agency and again I knew all was not well when Denise came down stairs to me with tears in her eyes and said we have to go to France and retunr to England. Of course, I immediately thought these people must be dumb asses, and we could handle it ourselves. Ha! I was humbled later that evening as we planned our same day trip to France.

The easiest and of course most expensive route was the Eurostar (the train under the Channel). To Calais and back. How bad could it be? With the Pound equal to $2.00 and the Calais station in the middle of a field -- literally -- it was pretty bad. We had to wait less than 2 hours to return and don't think I wasn't shitting a brick over this one little stupid stamp we needed. Thanks god the immigration officer was very competent and figured it all out and we were good to go.

The next day was a beautiful Sunday and we took the train (above ground for a change) to Cambridge and to Doug and Lesley's place where Denise was lodging for six weeks. They were lovely people and I felt better -- but I had a huge lump in my throat as the taxi took me back to the hotel with Denise standing waving on the sidewalk. She's been there two weeks now and other than being followed by a creepy guy (just the once we hope), she is making it okay.

Two days after I returned, M and I went to Philadelphia for site seeing and a formal wedding that her daughter was in. We were not impressed with Philly but we ate at two great places. One was lunch at a French restaurant where I thought we would have to eat foie gras or some shit, but actually we had burgers and onion rings and fries that were gear -- oops, I mean, pomme frites. Then we had dinner at The Saloon which had a western motif but was in fact an Italian restaurant with fabulous food and great characters that looked like a casting call for the Sopranos. Amazing what good sauce can do to a simple plate of spaghetti. We also rode across town to Pat's Original Cheesteak, which was the pits. Don't go there.

I looked great in my (own) tux and M looked fabulous as always for the wedding. It was a beautiful affair. Unfortunately it was very hot and the reception was outside at an estate and I got overheated and very nasty. In hindsight I felt like shit for being such a prick to M, but my demeanor was mostly biological not plain old prickishness.

Prior to the London trip, Anthony graduated from High School. As class President, he gave the final speech and I was so proud. I don't know why but after he concluded his speech and tossed his mortarboard in the air, I cried -- with joy. He is the coolest kid ever -- beside my other three cool kids. He's coming to stay with me for about half the summer and I'm delighted.

There's more family news but it'll keep.

And so, boys and girls, until today I have not been writing blogs.