Preparing For Contact

Last Edit October 28, 1998

Make-A-Wish is almost ready. They will FAX me soon. My schedule. My flight.
I fly to LA - at noontime. They bumped people off the flight to get me on.
Then I ride the shuttle or something not yet determined to get to Century City where I stay.
The facial was deleted. Do not touch my face! (Well, HE can!)
And then I have to go have a manicure (good luck! I have no nails to speak of!)
And I can have my hair done - styled and colored.
I just had it styled - and she botched it. My bangs are a mess. And she over thinned it. And I was planning on Burgundy for my hair color. Dark ash brown is too dark. I am growing it out to a shoulder flip. That I can whip into a scrunchie in a moment when needed.
They tell me this is an expensive place. I really should indulge. I am to call when I get in. Hmmmm. Let me think. Remembering how I did in Little Rock (the nearer he gets the more addlepated I get), I just may need five hours to zip up the dress.
At 7:30, the limo with Fabio inside will arrive (I understand he is usually late) and the driver will come get me.
I told them that Fabio and my computer will be in a room together at some time. Even if it's only the car seat. He will see the web. He will!
I guess Fabio turned loose in the hotel lobby would be a bit much. I might have a long wait.
They made reservations in my name - ditto trying to keep people under control.
I asked if they remembered to have a white limousine.
Prince Charming has to carry Cinderella off on a white horse.
It's required.
They said they would check.
I am supposed to be home by Sunday, noonish.
Fast trip.
I did ask about the photos from Little Rock - they are checking on those too. There are supposed to be "official" ones.
And, right after they called, the bank called. It took them 24 hours to approve raising my equity loan to $50,000. Do they realize I spent all this money for mere hours with a stranger? Silly people.
It won't cover the room addition - just the bulk of it. I refinance when it is finished. And the contractor is moving fast. I will have a real home by Christmas. No more dishes piled on the floor, cabinets sitting on bricks and holes in the wall where a fireplace once stood. Three years of living that way is enough.
And now, I must get ready to go to a sales conference for 5 days - a few hundred roving drunken party people. I am thinking of a badge: "If you are not 6'3" with crystal blue eyes, long blond hair, Italian and bench press 400lbs, don't bother."
Poor babies.
Too much excitement.
Now tell me, how I am supposed to get any more work done today?