WELL PLAYED OLD BROAD

I'm sitting here with a bit of insomnia.  Worked late and it's difficult to get spreadsheets out of a compulsive brain. So, I'm watching "Pal Joey" starring (of course) Frank Sinatra and remembering pure joy.

I just put an old pal on the plane today.  Kimmy was my drummer back in the early 80's when I was playing out east.  We had a blast.  She hasn't changed a bit - she's still the same kid she was when I met her - back then she was turning 20 and I was turning 30.  Now she's close to 50 and I'm pushing 60.

She said how she often wishes she'd realized that those were the best days of her life.  I knew it when it was happening, just like I knew it every single day I could make a living as an entertainer.  She remembers every single detail because it was her only real Nightclub/Cabaret experience.  I was so lucky to have so many.

It's funny...she brought up people and events that had faded into black.  But the people we really loved in common were as vivid today as they were almost thirty years ago.  We brought them back to life together, and I got way too little sleep but we laughed and talked and it was simply wonderful.

I also pulled off a great gotcha on my son.  Mind you, this kind of crap was my specialty when I was on the boats.  I was, however, among experts who gave as good as they got. But I digress...to my recent gotcha.

Jimmy found an ad for "Midget Wrestling" and knew immediately that he could push every button in the world with it.  So he cut it out and put it on my refrigerator with one of my magnets.  So I decided to show him the brilliance of "Mother."

Last night a bunch of us were going to meet for dinner, so I arranged that we'd meet at Jimmy's apartment.  I, in the meantime, took that advertisement and cut it to fit the width of a toilet paper roll.  I then took a roll and unwound it several feet and taped the "Midget Wrestling" ad into the roll and rolled it back up.  I then traded my purse for one that was big enough to hide a roll of toilet paper.

When I got to his place I did the usual thing.  "I have to use the bathroom" before we left for dinner.  I replaced his roll with the sabotaged roll.

This morning I got an email with the subject "The Bathroom."  His only comment was "Well played Old Broad...well played."

It gave me immense joy.

One point for the old broad.  Good night...I have a date with Frank Sinatra for about 40 more minutes and I don't want to be late.

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