Thursday's Child Has Far to Go

I think I was born on a Thursday. It would make sense, since my life seems to follow the pattern of always trying to get somewhere just out of my reach. Like Sisyphus, I keep pushing the proverbial rock up the hill only to have it come down again and again. This exercise is performed on a daily basis no matter where I go. I'm referring, of course to my personal life....and I'm leaving that out of this blog. You'll thank me later....

No skiing today. I felt like I needed a day off so that my yoga-stretched muscles and bad knee could recuperate. Paperwork, shopping, arranging for Christmas wine for my family in upstate NY- this will be the first Christmas in many years that I haven't gone to my dad's for the holiday. I'll miss them!

Met Jen at the shop and she, Nicco and I arrived late for the Christmas concert at the Wheeler. Coincidentally, we sat in the seats directly behind where Sumitra and I sat for the Richie Havens concert the other night. What are the chances of that happening?

We squeezed into the seats with Nicco paraphernalia, winter coats, big boots, and settled in to watch the show. Since we got there late, I think we missed the big holiday tunes and the band switched over from gospel to a jazz band, which is where I started to lose focus. It wasn't the music- that was great- it was the tiny person behind me who was:

1. kicking my chair non-stop
2. swatting my head
3. pulling my hair
4. talking very loudly in my ear

I draw the line at having my head swatted and when the hair pulling started, I began to lose my cool.

This tiny person was a female, maybe 3 years old, and her parents or whoever she was with saw nothing wrong with her behavior. If it was my child, I would have sat her on my lap, like Jen was doing with Nicco, or at least kept an eye on her and put an end to her shenanigans. Yes, shenanigans. I sound like I'm getting old and cranky but I turned around in my seat maybe 6, 7 times, and tried to make it obvious that the kid was a pain in the ass. The last time she pulled my hair, I yelled, "OW!" and even that did nothing. Eventually Jen saw that I was going to throw the kid off the balcony if we didn't leave soon and luckily, Nicco became restless at the same time.

So off we went to visit Steve at Little Annie's. He was very busy but managed to give us his personal service while every female in the place flirted with Nicco and vice versa.
There was a friend of Steve's at the bar who found himself coming down with a case of the Marni's but that of course was after his 4th or 5th shot of something very strong. I eventually had to leave when he became annoyingly repetitive. I told him that I was a sex therapist and that drinking wasn't going to help. He told me that he didn't need a sex therapist to figure that out. He was right.

So...the food...I happen to love the food at Little Annie's. You order a burger medium rare without a bun and that's the way it comes. The blue cheese dressing is great. The wine is fine. The wine glasses are too small but that's probably a good thing. From all indications, the kid's chicken fingers are the best in Aspen.