There comes a time in every man's life when he has to go retro, apologize, and explain actions that may have puzzled, confused, and hurt other people when he hadn't meant to. This involves Rhoda's 70th surprise birthday party. It was never meant to be a secret to anyone except Rhoda. But friends and relatives whoever you are must understand that the fewer people that knew about it, the better chance that it would be a surprise. The only invitees were several couples from my building and three couples from the show, My Fair Lady. Since Rhoda's sister was up north I invited her cousin so there would be a representative from her family. I also invited my sister and brother-in-law...and us. Twenty-one. That's all the room would hold. There were many other people that I would like to have had there, but then I would need to hire a hall and the cost would have stretched my budget to the point where I would need a loan to buy her the car. So she had a party and a car. No debts. So to all of you out there who would have liked to celebrate her birthday with us, don't blame her. I was the one who made the party. I apologize...mea culpa. Now I know that if you go back to the Feb. 3 blog, it was there also that I talked about the party invitations.... Rhoda had nothing to do with them; leave her to Heaven.
I haven't gone near Rhoda's new car as yet because the whole thing is intimidating. The panel looks like one from the Concorde. Up on the mirror there are "On Star" buttons. Press one of them and they will give you turn by turn audio directions to where you want to go. Also, there's a built in telephone...or something...so that if you press the right button and say "House" it will telephone your home number. Of course, you have to program the thing first. Then you have to take a course in how to use the 69 stations of "XM Radio". Once RH+ learns how to do all these things, then I'll take lessons from her before I drive it. The darn thing is liable to be programmed to spit me out. So, #1...The Party; #2 The Car; #3 The Cruise. What more can be given?
My latest wager was a disaster. I bet that the AFC would beat the NFC in the Pro Bowl and the NFC won. I also bet that the total score would be under 63, but it was over 63. I'm getting depressed again.
We're having pasta tonite, so I guess I'll get over it.
4 comments:
Party? There was a party, and I wasn't invited?!
I cannot believe that anyone who is a friend of yours or Rhoda's would be complaining about not being invited to Rhoda's party. What kind of nuts have you got down there? If they love Rhoda and you that much, then they can invite you two out for a nice, quiet dinner. Or maybe they just wanted the free meal and to be in "Who's Who in Huntington Lakes." If so, then they are not really friends.
The book is called here "What's That in Huntington Lakes."
or maybe: "THAT's THAT in Huntington Lakes."
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