This weekend’s special treat was supposed to be a long-awaited visit from Big Daddy Jessie, but it looks like he’s all sick now, so we’ll have to reschedule our big plans for the Doughnut Tour of New York and late night gab sessions back at the Swanktuary (formerly known as the Rumpus Room until its rechristening this past weekend). Damnation!
If anyone in San Francisco catches him out and about enjoying himself this weekend, smack him soundly upside the head and tell him to get back in bed and drink some cranberry juice.
Oh sugar, i feel terrible about not coming. But to be honest, sitting at home with a sore throat and full head while staring at the monitor with warm, dry eyes trying to get a project done for work is a lot more fun than NY.
Now i wonder who in my neighborhood delivers doughnuts and chicken soup…
Reese, Mark — I think that’s a cry for sympathy and help if I ever heard one!
Don’t you worry Sparky. I’ll make sure he has absolutely no fun this weekend.