So I went and played Bingo yesterday in my dad's hometown of 212 people (98 when I was younger)...it was a get together to celebrate my Grandma's 97th...this chick rocks, funnier yet is that her daughter (My aunt) is 72 and looks great, good omen for my longevity I guess.
The world stops when it's Bingo for the Quilts...hand made. Tempers flare even when the prize is not obtained.
The world stops when it's Bingo for the Quilts...hand made. Tempers flare even when the prize is not obtained.
Who else would you have had to greet other than the blind date, I mean? You mentioned 4 or 5 awkward greetings. The situation at least had the safety factor for you, the luxury of evaluation at a remove. A disc jockety pal o' mine used to make dates over the phone with girls whod call him while he was on the air. Hed set up a meeting, ask what the girl would be wearing, and then cruise the area check her out from a distance and then decide what to do.
As for the anticipation being better than the experience, Id say thats often been true for me and sometimes not. Best strategy has been not to anticipate (to the extent thats possible), and make do with whatevers in front of me.
Predicting the Dow end-of-year is too far out. If Bush gets his war, the market will rebound and Ill dump the paltry holdings I have. Beyond that, oh boy.
Chardonnay from the Russian River valley: anything with lots of butter and oak. If red, pinot noir from Oregon: Willamette Valley. Big fruit.