Last night the cabaret rocked the house, with Rosie Bits stripping like no one else is doing it right — and Unwoman putting on one hell of a concert. There was wine, there were pictures, and there was an eventual crash that was probably early enough to say plenty about my age.
But now it’s Sunday morning and a marching band is practicing outside on the street, playing “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” with some serious panache. My husband just left to catch the Clipper back to Seattle. I’m considering breakfast. Then, it’s back to the event – where I get to judge a costume contest and I have a couple of tee shirts to buy.
Tomorrow morning, I have to get up at 4:00 in order to catch a car to the airport, and then on to NYC for BEA. EXCITEMENT. Good Lord, this is plenty of it.