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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Sleepless in Buffalo
Zut alors, today I was tired. And I mean tired! I did not sleep last night. And so...
The first thing that happened, I was at work and I had to interview a major musician. I had 10 minutes to talk to him and I asked him about bowling. I told him I read that he bowled and people in Buffalo like to hear about bowling and wasn't he worried about it hurting his hands?
He just started laughing.
I said, "Admit it, I am the only reporter today to ask you about bowling."
There were about 10 interviews in a row, something like that.
So that was one thing. I am trying to remember if I asked Leonard Pennario about bowling the first time I talked to him. He was known to bowl a game or two in his day.
Another thing today was, I had to go to the doctor for my annual checkup. And the doctor is out in Kenmore, impossible to get to easily from downtown. So I took the 190, hoping to do kind of a shortcut.
Mapquest had suggested I get on the Youngmann and take the Elmwood Avenue exit. Fair enough, right? But no, I had to get off the 190 at Sheridan. The Sheridan exit, where there is nothing.
Nothing but U-Haul places, parking lots full of truck cabs, school bus pounds, that kind of thing. You know that exit. It is utter wasteland. It is like going to the moon.
I am making my way up Sheridan past Military thinking: Why did I get off here?
Finally I make it to the doctor. And then ... and then ...
You would not believe what the third thing that happened was.
I did not figure this out until they left me alone in a room and I had to change into a hospital gown.
I was wearing ...
What in the world, you know?? This had never happened to me before. Somehow when I was getting dressed in my sleepless haze I had put one skirt on over another skirt.
Darn, and I was wondering why when they stuck me on the scale, I weighed a pound or two more than I thought I should! It might have had something to do with wearing twice as many clothes as I needed, you know?
Hahahaa .. it was like being five years old. Except I do not think I did that then!
Being sleepless can do that to you. On the other hand, you have an excuse.