The eventual arrival

Damn those tiny droplets of water! Due to the bad weather it took poor Bonnie nearly 12 hours to travel from DC to NJ this past Friday/Saturday. Luckily she found Benny at Penn Station, the trusty Red Cap guy who found Uncle Zeke in the pouring rain. Of course ten minutes earlier Monica went inside to look for Bonnie, so then I went inside to look for Monica. As we only had one cell phone between the three of us, I thought for sure we were caught in an infinite loop. Good thing Monica saw me within two minutes of me walking down the stairs.

So last night we ordered Mexican and watch Crash which was a sobering look at race in America today. Don Cheedle is the man, and Luda was reasonably OK. Today the ladies went shopping, and I chilled in the house recovering from a slight cold.

Lata!