Confirming Flight, Etc in a Day.

Yesterday, I confirmed my flight for a trip this coming Fall. The clerk at the airline was rude, an "I don't care attitude," which I felt even through the airwaves. I screamed at him, and that made him more amenable.

I hate waiting or being told by a recording that "all representatives are busy and attending to other customers." So that guy got my peppery mood because his company made me wait for fifteen minutes.

Am I flying with them, again? Maybe not. There are many options available; I might travel back to P.I. with my sister and bro in law who already booked with Eva Air from Washington.

After that morning fiasco, we headed to the mahjong table and in the afternoon, had a karaoke session over beer and Ding Dong. As we were deserting the microphone in favor of the early evening news edition, I suggested going to a dance, a plot that got postponed for a million times already.

It was six thirty, and the first set at Conway's starts at eight, so we cleaned and dressed up in a hurry. Luckily, C5 was not as congested as I thought. But the traffic at the ramp and on to Paseo was heavy.

We arrived at Conway's at 8:30 pm, and found a good table fronting the bandstand. The band for the night was Behind Closed Doors, with a female vocalist.

It was a night of retro music, and the band's play list was curved for ballroom dancing. As I'd hung my dancing shoes for quite a while now, and without my regular dance partner, we spent most of the night listening to the band and drinking beer and iced tea.

Conway's menu has changed a bit. The food we ordered was breaded calamari blended in a spicy and creamy concoction of vinegar and mayonnaise with enough spinach and the second plate was bruschetta.

As the night progressed, we saw gorgeous female Brazilian? models on the dance floor.

Danceable music could not contain our lack of practise, so in the middle and last sets, we made contact with the dance floor, although we didn't "ballroom," but danced anyway.

Two of our friends who were supposed to join us were tending to their ailing mother, and promised to show up next time.