Bohemian rhapsody sing along

A small group of us went to see Bohemian Rhapsody on the big screen (scoreboard) at Oracle Park on Saturday night. We were trying to get there early, since there were only a limited number of seats available to us. Otherwise, we’d have to sit on blankets on the outfield. No chairs allowed.

We got in line to wait for the doors to open. Security came by asking if anyone had season tickets. Yes! My co-worker shares his with me. We got to avoid the line and got a free t-shirt and a pin. We also got to choose our seats. Win!

We grabbed drinks and snacks and listened to the band who started 25 minutes late. The movie started late, too.  We were glad we brought extra blankets because it was chilly!  I ran into a friend who I wasn’t expecting to see, so that was nice.

Almost at the end of the movie, smoke started coming from a smoke machine under the movie screen.  It was obviously controlled, and we eventually figured out that it was to be used for a laser show.  The people behind us got scared because of the smoke and the fact that no one was evacuating the field, so they left.

Soon after they left, a woman, with security right behind her, came up the stairs next to me and fell up the stairs.  She was rather drunk and complaining about not being able to make it to the bathroom.  Security wouldn’t leave her unattended, and called the supervisor.  He came over and wanted the woman to find her husband, who was out on the field somewhere.  She could hardly walk, how did they expect her to find him?  Security had no idea how to find him.  The woman ended up in the seat behind me.  Suddenly, a teenaged girl comes running down the stairs, “Hey!  Are you ok?  That’s my mom!”  About ten seconds later the woman shouts, “Hey!  That’s my daughter!”  Great.  We’ve identified the parties involved, and found someone to locate the woman’s husband.  The woman started to complain that she had to go to the bathroom still.  “Oh, nevermind.  I already started.”  Wonderful.  Her husband showed up with a bored look on his face.  They attempted to take her to the bathroom, but ended up escorting her from the ballpark instead.  The husband and daughter behaved like this was an everyday occurrence.  No one was surprised.  She did have a wet rear end, though.

There’s always an adventure when I am involved.  At least I wasn’t the one escorted from the park.


My friend planned a weekend camping trip for her birthday. Small, relaxing, minimal agenda. We started out with happy hour after we got the tents up.

My goal was to fit in my chair and finish a book and make progress in another one. I actually finished two.

We didn’t really need a camp fire because it was close to 100 degrees, but we needed the light, so the battery operated lantern served as our fire.

Some shots of the campsite.

Two of the campers went home early because of strep. The two of us who were left decided to make it easy and went out to lunch. No dishes to wash.

We went to the tractor supply store, just because.

We went wine tasting. Most of the wines were wonderful. It had a long list that we tasted. We each bought two bottles.

This is Lucy. She was the greeter at the winery.

When we got back to the campsite, we napped and went to the river.

After the river, we had a mini happy hour and dinner. We went to bed early. The campground was a little noisy, but we were tired enough to sleep through the night.

We got up early and packed the car. We were on the road by 9:15 am and beat the traffic.

After I came home, unloaded the groceries I boght on the way home, unloaded most of the camping gear, ran a load of laundry and showered, I sat on my bed. I was joined by Inky who seems to have missed me.

It was a wonderful weekend, other than the bug bites.

Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!

Checking things off my list

I remembered to bring my swim things yesterday morning, including the things that I forgot to put in the bag last night. I grabbed my swimsuit and clothes to wear to a graduation party tonight, also. I changed purses so I almost forgot my work keys, but didn’t.

I looked up the times of the movie that I plan to see tonight for $5 Tuesday, since it’s near the gym that I will be swimming in tonight, before the party. I looked up directions to the theater, the gym, Whole Foods, and the location of the party.

I finished writing some older blog posts that have been sitting there waiting to be published.

I also unintentionally ruined the ending of Where the Crawdads Sing for a coworker. I’ve been so good with my poker face, and I knew she had been twenty pages away from finished when she went into the break room to read. She came out and put the book in her locker and announced that she wasn’t expecting that to happen, so I assumed she’d finished. So I asked a question. She hadn’t finished! Oh no.

I managed to remember to get to an ATM before heading across the bridge to get closer to where the party will be. ATM was broken, so I needed to find another.

I struggled through a little traffic and arrived at the movie theater fifteen minutes after the movie started. I decided to go to the one that started after that one. Only front row seats. Ok. No movie today.

I took myself to a late lunch at Koja. Then went and picked up the cake and bread for the party. I arrived early for the party, and it was very nice to sit and chat a bit before it got going.

I don’t think that I got everything on my list done, but, the important stuff got done.

Misdialing and getting a friend

I misdialed when I was calling a business the other day. My friend answered the phone. I had mistakenly called her at work. I guess the universe wanted me to talk to her. It was really weird. I am glad we got a chance to chat, even though it was not much more than just saying hi.

Yes, I did get through to the business, eventually. All taken care of.

Being asked about your book

The discussion in one of the online book groups today started with “does everyone else hate being asked about what you’re reading and what it’s about?”

My favorite answer was “No one ever asks me, because they know I’ll tell them.”

Also, was “I enjoy telling the world, hoping that they’ll pick up the book and we can discuss it.”

Personally, I love discussing books and recommending them. I also love getting book recommendations, especially unsolicited ones.  I find myself giving unsolicited recommendations if I’m especially excited about a book.  My friends and family know this about me.  Some ask.  Some avoid the topic.