Lately I’ve had an itch to travel somewhere. There are several cities I’d like to visit in the near future for very specific reasons, but I suppose I won’t be able to go to all of them. Here’s your chance to vote where I go!
A) Toronto – to see Body Worlds 2 and watch the Olympic men’s ice hockey gold medal game in a Canadian sports bar
B) Chicago – to eat Persian food with my long-time friend Bita Yektashenas
C) Cape Cod/Boston – to see my old viola teacher who now owns a Bed and Breakfast in Cape Cod as well as to visit my business partner Matt, who will be moving to Boston at the end of this month
D) The exotic international locale of your choice if you find someone suitable to cover for me here at Hot D***a while I’m gone.
E) New York – to see “Dirty Rotten Scoundrels,” starring the inimitable Norbert Leo Butz.
If you’ve chosen option D I’m very excited and WE need to talk. I’m pretty sure option E will happen regardless of where else I go.
All this talk of travel reminds me of the time I was in Lake Tahoe, at an Embassy Suites, with some high school friends. We played a game of Uno that just wouldn’t die. My friend Jamie forgot to say “uno” five minutes into the game when he only had one card remaining in his hand. Deciding to be a rule stickler, I made him take an extra card. Nobody else came close to winning for a VERY long time.
I know this to be the case because Embassy Suites happens to offer a very exciting complimentary happy hour to all of its guests every evening. It was during such a happy hour that our Uno game took place.
I believe that during the game I had five rum and cokes and two margaritas as happy hour came and almost went. When it finally ended (the game of Uno that is) I announced to everyone that I needed to sit down. Then I realized that I already was sitting down. Huh. What do you do about that? I haven’t played Uno in two years.