
November 6, 12:24 or 1:24, depending on what’s up with daylight saving time here.
With some trepidation, we tore ourselves away from the Atlanta airport and got on a plane. Throughout the ten hours of flying, we wondered at what Buenos Aires would hold in store. What would the baggage claim room at the Buenos Aires be like? Would the duty-free store have everything to fit our needs? What about getting a cab? Or would the Festival hire some van guys to pick us up.
Never to worry. Maru had our back, as the kids used to say. As we wandered out of the baggage claim, exhausted, broken, each of us wondering Wither Yid Vicious, there she was, a vision of calm, serene authority, an eye in the storm of airport vexation. Mere seconds after we spotted her holding aloft the “Yid Vicious” sign, it was as though we’d known her for years.
FACT: After the initial introductions and mind-bending hoopla, the first thing Maru said to me was: “You look tired.” AMAZING! I DID look tired. And in fact I was! But Maru was undaunted and dispatched her duties with aplomb, delivering us to our destination, negotiating the wild South American traffic and bureaucracy to keep us safe and insure that the project moved forward.
And move forward it did. We were driven from the airport to the hotel. This I can say with some authority. There was some waiting involved. We knew we would enjoy luxurious hotel rooms. But when? Thankfully, there are hotel lobbies. You can wait in them in comfortable chairs. Hotels have certain routines. If you upset their routine, i.e. by showing up way before expected to check in, you may spend an inordinate time in the hotel lobby with No Sports Bar. Which is fine. Yid Vicious has plenty of time to find excitement. And plenty of time to find an awesome sports bar.
Since we don’t have to play our music until tomorrow night, we will drink. Heavily. Uff-da!
With some trepidation, we tore ourselves away from the Atlanta airport and got on a plane. Throughout the ten hours of flying, we wondered at what Buenos Aires would hold in store. What would the baggage claim room at the Buenos Aires be like? Would the duty-free store have everything to fit our needs? What about getting a cab? Or would the Festival hire some van guys to pick us up.
Never to worry. Maru had our back, as the kids used to say. As we wandered out of the baggage claim, exhausted, broken, each of us wondering Wither Yid Vicious, there she was, a vision of calm, serene authority, an eye in the storm of airport vexation. Mere seconds after we spotted her holding aloft the “Yid Vicious” sign, it was as though we’d known her for years.
FACT: After the initial introductions and mind-bending hoopla, the first thing Maru said to me was: “You look tired.” AMAZING! I DID look tired. And in fact I was! But Maru was undaunted and dispatched her duties with aplomb, delivering us to our destination, negotiating the wild South American traffic and bureaucracy to keep us safe and insure that the project moved forward.
And move forward it did. We were driven from the airport to the hotel. This I can say with some authority. There was some waiting involved. We knew we would enjoy luxurious hotel rooms. But when? Thankfully, there are hotel lobbies. You can wait in them in comfortable chairs. Hotels have certain routines. If you upset their routine, i.e. by showing up way before expected to check in, you may spend an inordinate time in the hotel lobby with No Sports Bar. Which is fine. Yid Vicious has plenty of time to find excitement. And plenty of time to find an awesome sports bar.
Since we don’t have to play our music until tomorrow night, we will drink. Heavily. Uff-da!
A bit more specificity about the variety of beverages consumed would be appreciated. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Bob. We all need more details! And did all that stuff in the suitcase really make it through customs?
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