Things to Do

No overpreparation is complete without a checklist! Here's what we have to do before we leave for the Bahamas.

1. Make list.

2. Call airline about power. If we don't have 1.21 gigawatts, we may not make it there on time.

3. Fire up the TRS80 and make lists of things for the housesitter to do.

4. Get tans. With two full days left, this should be a snap.

5. Get in shape. The Absolute Body Conditioning class on Monday ought to get us good and buff for the beach.

6. Pack.

7. Label all of Guido's clothes with a permanent marker.

8. Leave a voicemail for the Brat Pack of North Carolina, just to make sure they know where we're playing.

9. Solve the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle so this doesn't happen to us.

The Only Way to Fly

I was getting nervous about our trip next week, but we might still have time to switch to a gentler form of air travel. Sure there's less altitude and a lot less room for checked luggage, but it's so soft and sweet, who cares?

You Got a Permit for that Thing?

Hey Guido! It looks like you may need to apply for a license to wear that cute kilt when we go on tour in Scotland! It's got something to do with the endangered badgers and otters (no, not beavers!) they use to make the little purse that hangs provocatively across the front. We wouldn't want to get a ticket for unlicensed apparel, so if you need any help filling out the forms or petitioning the King, just give me a call. I love that stuff.

Oops!

Guido explained some stuff to me this weekend. I was under the impression, because I think Jesse Van Halen said something about it, that we'd be doing our Fourth of July show on the Atlantis Space Shuttle, currently docked at NASA. Apparently that was wrong. Guido laughed and said "No no no, it's docked there so that the computers can be fixed not so people can party! You silly!"


Then he told me that we're actually playing the lost continent of Atlantis in the Bermuda Triangle. It seems a little scary really, but I'll bring goggles.