Friday Fish Wrap: November 20, 2009

We’re ending the week on a cultural note, going to a performance this evening by Pilobus, the international dance troup at the Grand Sierra Resort. I think I’ve figured out how to make things like this happen more often - buy the tickets when you first hear about it and put it on the calendar. It’s done. You’ve got to go, since you already have the tickets.

The following Pilobolus excerpt is ‘Megawatt’:

I’m feeling pretty good about myself today, having stepped on the scale and been spot on at 135.5 lbs. Even after nearly a week in Florida, lunching and drinking up with a crowd of my nearest and dearest. Now if I could just lose one or two before Thanksgiving …  yeah, right.

Hey, it rained, snowed and blowed hard here in Reno today. I walked into the office all wet and windblown this afternoon and one of my office mates and I did the snow-happy dance. Yes, I can visualize myself gliding down the slopes at Mt. Rose next week - before turkey day! Yippee.

How cool is that?

Our esteemed - in his own mind - Governor was a mention in this mornings ever shrinking Reno Gazette-Journal. Seems that he wants to continue spending the stimulus money without legislative oversight. Well, isn’t that what makes him such a fine upstanding ‘conservative’?

Whatta piece of work, Jimbo is. In good times, we could snooze through this, but not now.

Oh, the Official Palin Wingut Book Tour is scheduled to occur at the local Costco! Talk about a classy venue! Only ‘tar-jhay’ could be better. I want to be there, camera in hand though. It just has so much promise to be a giant CF event for all the loonies that mosey in from the sagebrush. Costco says you have to go to another Costco to buy the book and then come get your wristband for the main event.

The question here: will I need a wristband to buy toilet paper?

Like so many other dems I’m waiting with baited breath for the Senate vote tomorrow.

Pilobolus - which we just got back from - could’ve been so great. It was just in the most totally wrong venue imaginable. The huge Grand Sierra Resort ‘room’ that has hosted Hollywood extravaganzas wasn’t the place for six dancers doing a very intimate type of contemporary dance.

There might have been 10 actual tables that afforded a good view, and we finally gave up on our $50 seats down front after the second number and scrounged for a booth up higher.

The Pioneer Center might have been right. The GSR was wrong,wrong,wrong.

Oh, and here’s the rant of the day. You know how you’re standing in line at Will Call, and the person in front of you seems to have several ‘friends’ with them … only it seems like they’re not really all in one group.

Uh, are they cutting in line?

Finally, when I got up to the rope for the next ticket guy with just one ‘friend’ in front of me, I asked her …

“Uh, say … you didn’t seem to actually be ‘with’ that other women, were you?”

“Oh, well … uh, you see…”

“Don’t bother with excuses. I think you saw a neat way to cut the line and I caught you at it.”

Mumble, stutter. More half assed excuses.

So I pointed her out to the folks behind me in the line.

Don’t ever cut in line in front of Maven.

Have a good weekend. I’m going to fire up a new computer, which is going to really make my day.