Saturday, July 23, 2011.
Let Me Out Of Here.
A fruit plate for breakfast on the Langham's Terrace, joined halfway through by Mary Ann, who ate nothing. I don't think she liked eating indoors when outdoor tables were available, but I don't think she would have liked the cool morning temperatures, either. Too chilly out there for me.
It was verging on uncomfortably warm when we reconvened here, this time alfresco, for lunch. Jude and Mary Leigh joined us. It was our farewell meal. My flight wasn't until six this evening, but the Marys are staying one more day. Owl City is in concert tonight in Pomona, and Mary Leigh wants another crack at him. She drew an amazing card for him, and was counting on Jude's connections to get backstage. She would indeed deliver the card to a member of the band's crew, who said that he would get it to Adam Young (Owl City's real name). Oh, the ardor of teenagers! No wonder rock stars go through all the trouble.
With something like that going on, I was relegated to a footnote. Jude took me to the airport five hours early. I had bought a one-day access to Delta's first-class lounge, so the wait wasn't so bad. It was a good place to work, and I wrote a few thousand words. They had a serve-yourself bar, complete with all the makings of martinis. But I didn't touch the stuff.
For the last ten days or so, classic afternoon thunderstorms have swept through Southeast Louisiana every day. For that reason, I'm glad my flight arrived after midnight. The skies are all but clear at that hour, but an inch of rain had fallen from towering black clouds just a few hours before.
