Today we had a meeting with our Investment Services down in the big, big city of Boston, Massachusetts. It meant we had to get up early, and then quickly eat and get ready before our 2 hour drive.
I decided I needed to look business like, and so I dragged out my “power suit”. A Jones New York black pantsuit that I wore with a white shell. I did my hair, put on full make-up and even had done my nails. I was feeling good.
Just as we were leaving I noted that we did not have the GPS window bracket and I started wildly looking for it. I did finally find it, only to discover it had become broken in the car some time ago. (We almost never use this.)
I did get the GPS to work and since Hubby and I are not smokers I simply set it in the ash tray and it worked just fine. Eventually we’ll replace the bracket that we need, but for now, I was under time constraints and we just said good bye to the dogs and off we went.
The drive down was uneventful except we did discover that a GPS does not work in the “Big Dig Tunnel”. So, after turning us around we eventually got to our destination, “The Westin Waterfront”. What a totally remarkable hotel!
We checked in and walked down to the event. The firm had rented the Grand Ballroom for the banquet and presentation. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go, as a lot of this investing stuff is quite boring to me, but this year I decided to go.
As we neared the ballroom, I saw our Investment Councilor, Tom, and went over to say hello. It’s been about 2-3 years since he has seen me, and when I extended my hand and said hello I could see the surprise, and that look on his face that said, “I know I should know who this is, but….” and then Hubby came up behind me and Tom then knew who I was. He was dumbfounded! I just smiled and giggled!
It’s amazing what make-up, long hair and the loss of 40 pounds can do for a person!
We eventually went in for the banquet and the presentation. The food was excellent. A petite fillet Mignon, and broiled salmon portion served with wild rice, and summer squash. And dessert? Okay, this was where I really suffered. It was a chocolate mousse cake! I sat staring at it. It called my name. I said, no, no, no! And it called to me again!
Since it measured 2 inches X 2 inches I decided that even though it was a lot of points I had been good this week and I could claim this as my bonus points for the week.
So I brought the mousse cake closer. I stared at it. I let the chocolaty goodness waft into the air until I could nearly taste the cake.
But I waited for my coffee. Finally it came and I fixed my cup. Then I took three small bites. I set my fork down. I was dying there, with the goodness of that cake! I took a sip of the coffee. Then I took three more small bites. I set down my fork. A little more coffee. Three more small bites and it was done.
Now part of me desperately wanted to pick up the dish and lick the plate, but I remained dignified, hoping no one noticed me making love to my cake! I looked around and Hubby was laughing! (Quietly, thank goodness!)
Soon the event was over and we headed home. The traffic was just starting to pick up, but we still made good time.
Our dear neighbor had agreed to come and bring out the pups at noontime, for a walk. Well, when we drove in, there was Mr. Fritz sitting at the end of the driveway waiting for us. I said, “uh-oh” to Hubby, as it appeared that Fritz had been disobedient and refused to go back inside after his walk. Come to think of it, perhaps he felt the better course of action was to stay outside away from the dackels!
I called our neighbor to thank her and she mentioned that we had been bad dackel parents and actually closed Arnie in our bedroom when we left! You know, when I am trying to find things and get going and I am running late, I’m not always counting dackels! (LOL)
Tonight I am tired, but happy and a smile remains on my face. Okay, you got me. I’m still thinking about that chocolate cake!
