First, a thank-you to the surprising number of peeps who poked around my blog during this past week, even though I wasn’t writing anything. I had a friend in town, and set blogging by the wayside in favor of late-night talks and far too little coffee. ACTUAL reality, folks. It’s the wave of the future.
Back to our regularly scheduled program:
I have a bunch of frequent flier miles. Some here, some there, some with airlines I don’t even fly. United, Frontier, Continental, Midwest, Northwest, whoever Hilton is hooked up with, and wherever I can transfer AmEx points. Not enough to fly to a friend’s wedding in Mexico, but enough to visit a different friend in Minneapolis. That is, I could redeem the miles if the dates I wanted to travel (a weekend in the middle of July) weren’t blacked out. I have been gathering miles for years, because I can’t actually use them. Is there a trick to it?
Okay, okay, I didn’t mean to leave you all in the dark. Back to the beginning: My pal Nick was visiting, and we went to a car show where we met the guy who owns a Cadillac known as Batmobile with which I am familiar, played mini-golf (see above), watched a DVD, and hung out with friends. We ate some, we drank some, we drove around some. I introduced Nick to egg creams at brunch one morning. That right there means I did a good job as hostess.