Anticipation and Stuff...

It promises to be an eventful week. First off, my wife and I both work today, then both perform in a cabaret this evening. This will likely be my last performance of the year, so I am both relieved and extremely relieved. Although I spent many years performing regularly, I seem to have shaken off the bug. Most of the folks I work with are still at it, burning the candle at both ends, either performing themselves or running their own schools and theaters. I can't say I miss it much. I look at them, frenzied, exhausted, cramming so much activity into such a little space of time. Then I look at my cats. They are currently balled up on the floor around me like spent fire logs, vaguely aware of a new day beginning, which for them means the promise of some napping, climbing, eating, pooing and napping again. Honestly, we speak of accomplishment and greatness and laud the achievers in this life, but what about the pets? Who is smarter than they are? I would easily be my cat for a while. I'm sure somewhere there exists a bad 80s film which has already explored this paradigm shift.

In a couple of days, the owner of my restaurant will open a new cafe. It is a quaint spot, focusing more on breakfast and brunch, as well as some light lunch fare. The atmosphere is cozier and more intimate than the current space. It also happens to be about 200 yards from door to door. As we typically have a long line out the door during lunch hours, it will be interesting to see if the new space actually takes some of the current business away. However, I happen to know that the line itself discourages many people from stopping during the traditional lunch hours, and this new space my give an alternative that helps us realize the full potential of business that exists in the area. I am excited to have a spot to stop at before I open my place where I can kick back in front of a fire in a wingback chair with some high quality coffee. Lord knows, we could all use some incentive to get out of bed these days.

Finally, I have called for some extra rounds of trivia to be played. My team is rocketing towards another round of tournaments, and we need to position ourselves a little better so as to take full advantage of the opportunities afforded during these times. Plus winning = house cash = free beer. Again, reasons to get out of bed in the morning. The beer doesn't just roll up against me like the cat. There is an idea, though. Somehow get the cat to carry around a can, St. Bernard style. There. It's on the list. Of course I would then have to share it with the cat. Cash doesn't really appeal to them, since this hotel provides for every need. I'll have to revisit this one later.