Good morning, tators! Well it is overcast and a bit rainy in the ATL. I do not mind, because I have a whole bunch on the CP (NOTE: That's "Carrieann's Plate" that Carl-E creates at the beginning of the week) that needs to be done indoors. Casa Gillert should go on the market by next week; look out O-Town I am getting close to coming back!!!
Well...
As far as Dublin, the rest of the trip went well, except for Friday. It poured, cats, dogs, sheep, and cattle. In addition, Carl-E had to work. Yes, I said, "Work!" Well, his Blackberry charge was gone and he had to use the hotel phone to call the US at $50 a pop! Thank goodness he gets reimburse for that because he made about 10 calls.
But...
before he was going to make his 11th call, I had an idea about the Blackberry. I went to the front desk and asked if they had a charger. They did, but it did not work with his Blackberry; it was that whole European voltage change thingy. But, the front desk did inform me that we did have an "American" outlet in our room. So, like usual I saved the day and a bunch of money!
Anywho...
The following week back, I had a tea with my woman's club. Now, I did not want to be in charge, but somehow I got suckered in and I did have a so-called co-chair. The tea was scheduled for Sunday, with decorating on Saturday. Now, we had no budget left for flowers, so one of the members suggested we clip flowers from "around town." I was like "No way am I going all James Bond-style snipping flowers." So, as far as I was concerned we had no flowers for center pieces, and my co-chair had no suggestions either; what a help she was.
Come Saturday...
I get to the place to decorate. Everyone is supposed to be there at 1. Being Miss Punctuality I got there at 12:30. I begin to fold the damn napkins (NOTE: I had to do 100), and time begins to tick by...finally at 1:30 the other start to show up. And one had buckets and buckets of flowers. She actually drove around and cut other people's flowers in the middle of the night!!!
So...
Now we are jammin on the decorating. The flowers actually looked nice, despite that fact that they are stolen! I go into the kitchen to test out the new burners to boil the water for the tea. The burners are electric and heat water super-duper fast. I look for the pots, and cannot find them. Well, you need pots to boil water. So, I ask one of the other ladies, let's call her "Know-All" informs me that there are no pots and I will have to bring one from home. Ok then, no test run!
Now...
it is Sunday. We are supposed to be at the house by 12:30 because that is when the caterer is to show up. Well, just like Saturday I am the only one on time. Armed with my huge chili pot, I am ready to see these burners in action. I fill the pot, put it on top of the burner, turn on the burn and wait for the magic to begin; and nothing, except for a "F9" message. And if you do not know, F9 means error!!! So, now I start to freak out just a tad.
I walk...
myself up to the house manager and ask her if she knows how to work the burners. She just stairs at me with a blank look and then blurts "The burners have not worked since they were installed and 'Know-All' knows all about it" Ok that 411 I could of used YESTERDAY!
So...
a sudden calm comes over me and I sit on the stairs and basically say, "Fuck it!" No tea, only punch and water. Then, Know-All shows up and inquires why I am just sitting on the steps, so I relay the story to her. She just answers, "Oh" and then informs me that the pot I have is the wrong type; you can only use stainless steel. I own two pots, for for chili and one for soup, neither is stainless steel.
Ok...
I am thinking; this is ridiculous. Next, an hour late is my so-called co-chair. And why was her tush and hour late? She was busy trying on dresses at Dillard's and could not find one she liked, so she had to go all the way back home to get another dress for the tea. And, she had the nerve to ask me why I am sitting on the stairs. So, I relay the story to her. She replies with, "So what are you going to do?" To which I respond, "Nothing, we will have no tea, oh well."
Because ...
I am not a quitter, I walk into the kitchen and begin talking with the caterer. I tell her my tale of woe, and she comes up with an idea; let's use the coffee urns to make tea. Now, I know that the tea will have a slight coffee taste, but by this point I do not give two craps. The other ladies got their panties in a wad when they found out we are making tea in the coffee urns. To which I think, "Do you have a better idea?" To which I already knew the answer, "No!"
The ...
day was saved. The tea was a success, all thanks to moi!!!!
And I am out!
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