Coughing frenzies is now on my list of things to do a dozen or more times a day.
Naturally, I had one as I entered a restaurant.
“Are you ok?”
“Can I get you a glass of water?”
Try explaining that you are a sick woman, as you are choking and coughing.
I had lunch and got the heck out before another wild episode erupted.
Dragged myself and yes, my ass, to the bar down the street for a hot toddy.
The place was crowded with young guys dressed in suits and ties.
Wow. Did they ever think they were hot stuff.
There is something about men in suits.
These same guys normally show up in baggy jeans and t shirts, and are normal, every day goofs.
Not so, when they are dressed up.
I think they were going to a wedding.
Too bad I am not feeling up to my normal wild self.
I love being a wedding crasher.
Patti showed up to join me in a few blasts of hot tea, lemon, honey and bourbon.
And topped it off with a Jameson.
Before we left, the bar filled up with so many of our friends.
Ho Ho Ho.
Who you calling a ho?
And then there was a guy who looked like a terrorist, who was waving frantically to me:
“I have been wanting to pull on your mittens all night.”
(My santa hat has mittens)
Well, now, isn’t that special?
Hey Patti, let’s get the hell out of here.