NEWLOVE

How can you not love her? She has a tambourine!!

DJ Snezana flew out from Miami and she is OHMYGODSOFUNILOVEHERANDCANNOTWAITTOPARTYWHITHHERINFLORIDA!!

Before…

After…

One of the designers of the event, Steve Pollutro, had his birthday yesterday.  So after we were all done with work, we went to the restaurant and had a celebratory dinner for him.  Of course, as luck would have it, the truck with all the trees and florals arrived about 10 minutes after we were ready to leave from dinner to go home but because we chose a restaurant at the resort, we were there to at that inopportune time.  So after a few bottles of wine, we all had to get back to work for another few hours.  What a day. 

So today, whenever anyone is tired or tasked with a trecherous duty, we make sure he’s within earshot when we say, “Man, if it wasn’t Pollutro’s birthday yesterday, we would’ve been home and in bed soooo much earlier and we wouldn’t be so tired today.”

It’s going to be a long day.

Here’s the venue for the event. I have quite a story to tell you about our eventful arrival.

two very famous ground hogs… 

punxsutawney phil & shubenacadie sam
(Pennsylvania)          (CANADA)

It cracks me up when they make a big deal out of Ground Hog’s Day - as IF 2 rodents can accurately predict whether or not we’ll have 6 more weeks of winter.

This year they predicted an early spring.  That’s no big surprise with all the Global Warming these days.  My toes could do that weather forecast.  Let’s have a Kathleen’s Toes Day every February where we inspect my toes and if there’s lint and smeg in them we have 6 more weeks of winter.  Let’s make it a national holiday and have big ceremonies and close down the Post Offices and Banks and schools and stuff.

 Jeez.

On one side of us, we have a super religious Bolivian guy who must work at some hospital because he’s usually dressed in scrubs.  I used to think he moved his mom in there with him but Brad has since informed me it’s his WIFE.  Oops.  Glad I never pulled a Kathleen and asked him, “How’s your mom?”  He used to have a big, yellow, plastic sign on the door that said, “Jesus is Lord - Read the Bible.”  I’m guessing management made him remove it because it’s been gone for some time now.

Brad claims that the Bible reader comes and goes at odd times with many different women and lots of camping gear.  He’s convinced our neighbor is some sort of David Koresh, starting his own cult off on some campground somewhere.

The neighbor directly across from me is Mischa.  He’s from Odessa.  He’s great.  We love him.  He is a film student as are all his friends who frequently hang out at his studio apartment.  Brad and I often amuse ourselves by listening to what’s being discussed over there.  Hey, it’s not like we’re eavesdropping - you can’t help but hear every word.  The walls are thin and they have pretty animated discussions.  I can hear the guy below us snoring, for crying out loud.

Mischa’s best friend, or at least the person that hangs out with him most often, is Alfonso the Mexican.  Then there’s an Asian guy, Albert the Thai.  They all have thick accents but a pretty good grasp of the English language.  They debate some of the most rediculous topics - the best route to take to cross town, annual rental fees, Windows XP versus Vista…

Tonight they were watching their screener of Little Miss Sunshine.  I knew right away because when I came home from work I could hear the beepity beep beeping of the yellow VW bus making its way to California.  It was almost funnier to listen to their reaction to Abigail Breslin’s talent portion of the pageant than it was to watch it.  “(rrrrrip - sound effect) OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT?! (’super freak’ playing in the background.) “I saw it I saw it.”  “Did you SEE that?!!”  “I told you I freakin’ saw it!”  “Oh my GOD!!”