Today my contractor said, and I quote, oh do I quote, “I can’t see you not being in there by the end of February.” Ha – that is risible – okay, because it was I can’t see you not in there by the end of “June” “September” “December” – oh well, there it is.
I stopped by TL’s house to give him the Black Keys tickets (sigh) and saw that he still had a faucet missing in a guest bath, caulking still not done, and I just could see what my life was going to look like once I did finally move in, more of the same (another sigh).
He was sweet enough to invite all 150 reporters to his house for his Jazz Fest party if I could coax my company to have its conference here – but unfortunately I tried that and there aren’t enough flights in and out of New Orleans to accommodate our globe trotters and hotels were tricky as well – my company has planned yet another annual reporters’ conference on my birthday, during the second weekend of Jazz Fest, and more importantly, during TL’s annual Jazz Fest shindig (the sighs keep a comin).
But maybe, just maybe, I will be in my house by Jazz Fest and I will have to throw the first party and make it worthwhile enough to overcome missing the two whole days of JF as well as the party. My birthday – well, I can celebrate that anywhere.