Pending any egregious behavior on his part, all hatred for The Blob shall be suspended for one whole week. As I mentioned, I appealed to him to give me tomorrow off at rather short notice and not only has he seen fit to grant me that wish, but he also gave me Thursday off as well as Friday (which was the day I asked for a month ago). So I shall have a day to gather up the strength that I will require to prevent The Felon from rushing the stage and smothering Rich Robinson to death at the Black Crowes/Tom Petty show on Friday.
There's something about guitarists, I tells ya! I've seen the Crowes twice and Chris Robinson once, with his other band at Lupo's so I know I'll enjoy them. I'm rather looking forward to Tom Petty though.
So yay, I get to go to lunchie munchies tomorrow and have a margarita the size of my head by the waterfront. I must remember to take my camera because usually when we all go a-ridin' down South County there's a detour involved and I'll see something picture-worthy and invariably I'll be cameraless.
And now to Buffy and bed. In that order.