Good news. It seems the recent Census poll has resulted in recalibrating the labels we’ve attached to different age groups. Remember when you turned fifty and received a letter from AARP informing you of your new senior citizen status? Well, we’ve been downgraded to active adult now. Apparently, people are living longer, and the fact that reaching 100 years old is no longer the exception prompted the relabeling. Humph. Don’t think I’m
giving up my discount at the theater just because the ranges changed, either.
Things have been a little dull around the hotel lately. Since Confidante, Squid, Dave, Mr. Pool and I all feed off each other, when schedules change and we’re not together, there’s not as much action. That is unless you count some of the guests, such as the older woman with the drinking problem who keeps chasing Confidante, who add comic relief. Or, the other woman who resembles her pet English Bulldog. It really is true how dog owners tend to look like their dogs after awhile.
Confidante has been making some great music lately. I’m no Dr. Dre, but I wish someone would discover his talent. He’s a really fantastic composer. His lyrics are what life’s all about. I listened to two of his latest songs as I worked today. Did I ever mention the time my stupid GPS got me royally lost, not in the best of areas to get lost in if you’d want to pick one? I happened to have one of his CDs playing at the time. There was something oddly comforting about listening to his voice that helped me to remain calm. That, and a call to my daughter to help direct me out of hell’s kitchen.
I’d been looking forward to playing pool last night since Confidante was on the evening shift. Unfortunately, a couple of girls commandeered the table all night. I gave up waiting around 10:30. I couldn’t complain. Well, yes I could have, but I didn’t. I mean this is my game and I’m afraid I’m getting rusty. I do have a reputation to uphold, ya know. Fat chance of us getting a second pool table, so I guess I’ll just have to wait until they leave the hotel. I’ve been trying to think of who one of the girls reminded me of all day, and
then it hit me. Her face resembles the actor who played Cochise on The Lone Ranger. I don’t think that makes her play pool any better, but it did prevent me from telling her to
get her horse off my table.
giving up my discount at the theater just because the ranges changed, either.
Things have been a little dull around the hotel lately. Since Confidante, Squid, Dave, Mr. Pool and I all feed off each other, when schedules change and we’re not together, there’s not as much action. That is unless you count some of the guests, such as the older woman with the drinking problem who keeps chasing Confidante, who add comic relief. Or, the other woman who resembles her pet English Bulldog. It really is true how dog owners tend to look like their dogs after awhile.
Confidante has been making some great music lately. I’m no Dr. Dre, but I wish someone would discover his talent. He’s a really fantastic composer. His lyrics are what life’s all about. I listened to two of his latest songs as I worked today. Did I ever mention the time my stupid GPS got me royally lost, not in the best of areas to get lost in if you’d want to pick one? I happened to have one of his CDs playing at the time. There was something oddly comforting about listening to his voice that helped me to remain calm. That, and a call to my daughter to help direct me out of hell’s kitchen.
I’d been looking forward to playing pool last night since Confidante was on the evening shift. Unfortunately, a couple of girls commandeered the table all night. I gave up waiting around 10:30. I couldn’t complain. Well, yes I could have, but I didn’t. I mean this is my game and I’m afraid I’m getting rusty. I do have a reputation to uphold, ya know. Fat chance of us getting a second pool table, so I guess I’ll just have to wait until they leave the hotel. I’ve been trying to think of who one of the girls reminded me of all day, and
then it hit me. Her face resembles the actor who played Cochise on The Lone Ranger. I don’t think that makes her play pool any better, but it did prevent me from telling her to
get her horse off my table.