Sunday July 16 2006
Leslie went to work, so I made her some peanut butter and honey sandwiches on white bread. Walked early and my mom said she felt slightly depressed after all the houseguests left. She had like months and months of non-stop guests, so it was the end of an era. Came home and did some internet and Grimey wants the Ukulele club to play for 15 minutes on Thursday night and maybe we will. I will have to email everyone, and I don’t know if Brad or Angelo can do it. Not to mention Gary Tallent. We need to have at least one banjo-type instrument in there. Also, Angelo said Frank Swart got a Ukulele, plus, there’s always Tom Littlefield, but he said he doesn’t want to join the club or anything. He’s kind of a loner. Watched some of “The Trail of The Pink Panther” and was that the last one Peter Sellers made before he died? Anyway, it’s the one with the scene I haven’t seen since I was like 7 or 8, and I thought I imagined it, but it’s where Herbert Lom dives into the pool of Jello! I loved that! It was strange to see it, because it looked so realistic. I wonder how Blake Edwards did that. Leslie called and said would I bring the nurses lunch and I said why not, so I went to Baja Fresh and they’re disorganized. I went to the line that said “Pick Up Phone Orders Here” and nobody paid any attention to me for 10 minutes. Finally, a girl said “May I help you?” and we got going. It was a lot of food. Took it down there, and ate a burrito with the girls and Leslie looked cute in her work clothes with a stethoscope and everything. Had a fountain “Pepsi” and it was great. Went home and checked on Posh and I was going to go back out and get some air filters but it was too hot, so I started working on dinner, and I cleaned up after the party. Called Jason White and asked if I could have Maddie over and he said sure, so she came over and played with Posh. Posh get’s so excited to see another dog she kind of freaks out. She gets overzealous. Grimey called and said he needed some songs for the Guilty Pleasures florida gig, so he came over and brought us a present of a J.J. Cale record, and that was nice. Leslie likes J.J. Cale. She was looking for this record for hours at the party, and couldn’t find it. The one with Racoon on the cover: “Naturally”
I made some bruschetta and fried zucchini and green beans, and it was sort of a finger food meal.
Grimey came over and got on the computer and drank a few beers with us and Leslie came home and camped out on the couch and we listened to Beth Orton on the radio, live at 3rd and Lindsley. It was a long concert, and really good. We watched the Tour De France, and I guess it wasn’t on today and they were showing re-runs of it, and they showed some people running beside the bikers, and then, some people pushing bikers over! What is their problem? What’s wrong with these people? Also, who are these Wimbledon streakers? What do they want?