Non-Christmas catch up dinner tonight with James and Kate at Ploy II. The original plan was for Kate to pick up James (also at The G) in her new Baby Benz, drive up here, pick me up, and get to Ploy II.
Today's messages:
Kate: So, my car crapped out this morning- SO upset about this. It’s at the dealers right now and I have a loaner Benz. It’s a big white boat of a car and while I didn’t feel too pretentious driving my little BB now I’m going to feel like a big suburban snobby mom in this car. If my little BB gets fixed today I won’t be able to go tonight b/c I’ll have to drive down the peninsula to get it etc but I’m pretty sure it won’t be fixed till tomorrow at the earliest. I’ll keep you posted. James, it’ll be funny driving into the city tonight in this car- it’ll look like I’m your sugar mama.
James: Kate, you ARE my sugarmama!! I just called your mechanic and offered him twenty bucks to hold off till tomorrow morning, so we're on.
Wilson: I "bribed" your mechanic too—with lots of references to "lubing up the rear end."
James: Only if the pistons are smooth.
Kate: Oh Lord.
And it continues. Firing on all cylinders, as it were.
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