Walking on the Moon
Wherein I totally lose my Blog cred.
It's been a roller coaster, Dear Readers. I've missed you. I need to catch up on everybody's lives. And I actually have two partly-constructed posts that I haven't had time to complete. So things are going to get out of order here.
Clowncar and family were in town last weekend and that was Big Fun.
Then I had a big fight with O (don't ask).
Into every life a little rain must fall. Hard. With hail. And destroy the garden. That happened on Tuesday.
But it was followed by a fancyschmancy dinner with /Jo which involved much red wine and pita bread and fifteen different sauces.
Anyway, I've missed you guys. And I'm not even on vacation yet. That starts this weekend, when my parents get into town.
And speaking of, my dad emailed me last week; a quick note saying, 'Are you going to see The Police?' I responded with 'No, the show's sold out, and tickets were way to expensive anyway.'
Now, this is a tragedy. It's a tragedy because back in '84 my dad and I spent hours on the phone trying to score tickets for the Synchronicity Tour and never succeeded, and then they had the audacity to go and break up.
And it's weird because, you see, Sting is Someone I'm Supposed to Meet. It's just one of those things.
So tonight when I was making dinner, O wondered why I suddenly stopped, said, 'Where's the phone?' found it, picked it up, dialed a number that had popped into my head for no apparent reason this morning, hung up, mumbled, “I hate this damn phone! You have to hit redial twice to get it to work,” then calmly said to the person on the other end, “I am? That's...that's wonderful.” and conducted the rest of the conversation from the kitchen floor.
Because, well, ten minutes before that somewhere in the back of my brain I thought, “The Police are coming, and I bet that when a Police song comes on the radio you're supposed to call, and I have this random phone number in my head, and I've been thinking all day about what a funny post it would make if...”
So I did.
Yup. Going to see The Police. Friday morning I find out if it's from the first row. Either way it's ok, because my dad's going to be in town. After I called and told him the good news, he told me he had emailed me because he thought that if I wasn't going already, he'd try to score some tickets for the newly-added second show and talk my mom into driving out early.
I've said it before and I'll say it again – my superpower is synchronicity.