Gads, I just wrote that the view from the tram is 'glowious.' Makes me sound like the wascally wabbit.
I checked Mame's schedule and 6:30 or 7:00 for dinner at the Calico sounds about right, if the flight isn't delayed or her luggage isn't lost.
Calico Cafe for Friday late afternoon? We have been talking about the Flying Star. I think that is probably what you mean, Di. If not, please splain.
Walter, that was a fun video which shows the quikiness of Madrid and the variety of arts to be found along with the different restaurants.
It also reminded me that there often are a few languages being spoken by people from all over the world.
Calico Cafe for Friday late afternoon? We have been talking about the Flying Star. I think that is probably what you mean, Di. If not, please splain.
edit, I guess I missed info. Beg pardon.
I think she means the Flying Star, too, since she gave me the address. I get in at 4:10 pm and will only be bringing carry-on since it's such a short visit so no need to wait for luggage. Then I'll get a shuttle to the car rental area and find my way (already have directions and maps) to the hotel. Check in then off to meet you all. Will the reservation be under "A2K"?
Not that I won't be able to recognize you all. Plus there will be about a gazillion of us. Someone please save me a seat
OOooh, so sowwy. It is the Flying Star for Friday evening.
Flying Star doesn't take reservations, thus some of us, perhaps en masse in tutus, will be there on the early side. We'll probably being throwing spit balls.
Spit balls, hmm. Beaten egg white and fragmented whatsis, coated by scumdelish, with a dip of greenish glop.
As for figuring who we are, we're unique, bunch of strangers waving.
In your honor, I might wear my famous to myself orange scarf, if I can find it, Mame.
Okay, Osso. I'll look for an orange scarf and a bunch of spit-ball spitting grown ups
Contradiction in terms, Mame.
The orange scarf, and where the hell is it.
There once was a company called something like Royal Silk. Not sure that's right. I had a terrific jacket from them that I finally parted with. (pause for consideration).
It was likely through them that I got the scarves. Not much money for thick silk scarves. Biggish, I'd say 42 inches square.
Well, like any other woman in Los Angeles, tossing scarves as a matter of style was beyond me and they didn't get much use.
But when I finally got to New York and the Met museum, and met another a2ker, I told her I'd wear my orange scarf. I did. Actually I sat a while outside and teared about being there. And then I went inside wearing the blazing scarf.
That was easy, she found me. Paola, rest in peace.
So, not that anyone who meets me with the scarf will lose their life, but that I kind of like the damned scarf. We'll see. If I find it, I may have it around me somewhere. Maybe an ankle scarf.
I could wear what you probably call that hat.
That would be perfect. I remember that hat, and it would also be a useful hat.
Hmm, I have a basket of cared for good hats, if anyone needs one. Perhaps not as good as Roger's. (The photo must be on a2k somewhere...)
Roger, if you mean the hat with the whirly bird on top, I have to say that it's the best hat ever! Please do us a favor and wear that piece of art to Albuquerque.
You do look adorable in it.
Wasn't that lovely, Diane? I would do it, but I gave it to Letty. Letty gave me that little Florance of Arabia number. Gezzy sent me a pair of hand knitted slippers, and I sent Florance to Canada.
Such is life!
We're talking about the old, bedraggled crusher that Walter photographed me in in old town. Osso caught me in the same local, same hat, and wearing the shirt Wilso sent up from Kannahooka.
At least one of these must be online.
Snuffles. I'll look.
Here's one of Roger with the Hat and Australian tee...
It's really a nice headdress ...
... though it hides a lot of roger's hair-do :wink:
