Friday morning greetings! Today, Richard and I are helping at the registration table for the Middfest business luncheon. We have to pick up the centerpieces at the florist and deliver them to the hotel in the Cincinnati 'burbs where the event takes place. We then have to greet people, give them their name tags, and direct them to their assigned tables. Richard also has to prompt the hotel staff to turn off the Peruvian music when it's time to begin the formalities. For lunch we're having Pollo de Antichucos.
Since there will be Peruvian music playing, I am assuming that the hotel is located in Lima.
LOL, you'd think so, DR TCB. No, the hotel's in the Cincinnati 'burbs. The Peruvian city is Lee-mah; the one in Ohio is Ly-mah. "Lee-mah, Ly-mah, let's call the whole thing off..."
I love Lee-mah beans!
Do you all remember the wonderful Miss Manners? My two favorite dictates on taste from her were these, and I'm not quoting her accurately:
Q: When is a Vase a Vahs?
A: When it's filled with dahzies.
Q: A gay couple has moved into the neighborhood and it's upsetting everyone. What can we do to improve the quality of the neighborhood?
A: You could move.
Roger Ebert had a variation of that latter bit in a review today of "Machine Gun Preacher." Here it is:
The sight of Sam Childers with his machine gun and his ammo belt reminds me of the night at O'Rourke's when a guy flashed a handgun for my friend McHugh.
"Why are you sportin' that pistol?" he asked.
"John," the guy said, "I live in a dangerous neighborhood."
McHugh replied: "It would be safer if you moved."
