I got an email at around midnight last night from a colleague asking me for my bio, to be used in a program for an event in Costa Mesa this coming Monday. Which was news to me, seeing as how the last time this event was mentioned to me was in January, but I’m pretty flexible. It’s too late to request the day off and no one in their right mind wants to pick up a Monday day shift, so I’d be facing a pretty tight schedule, as I’d have to be back up here no later than 10:00 in the morning. Nevertheless, I figured everything would work out fine and besides, you never know who might be in attendance at these functions.

So imagine my surprise when she called me back mid-morning and told me that — oops — the event is actually tomorrow morning. Ha!

So, as we must be there no later than 6:30 a.m. at a location roughly an hour from my home, and I don’t trust myself to actually get up at 5:00, I’m driving down tonight and crashing on her couch. And then I get to do it all over again tomorrow afternoon for choir rehearsal! Convenient, since I am independently wealthy and can afford to pay $3.35/gallon to make two 100-mile round-trips to Orange County in less than a 24-hour span of time. And then another one Sunday morning. Crap.

O, prithee forgive me, Al Gore. But yea, for I drive a (newly fixed) Toyota Corolla that still gets about 30 mpg on highway. Requiem et terra pax, amen.

Filed by Trevor at 8:15 pm under General, Damn Hippies, The Arts