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And I'm ready to go!

Can Ursula make it? Will her wallet REALLY be waiting in Minneapolis? Will the weather hold up? Will the last throes of 2007 reach out with icy annual claws, the final death spasm, and do something unspeakable to her, possibly in Detroit?* Will I pass midnight on the tarmac, forced to choose between a redneck seat-mate and the flight attendant for the traditional New Year's kiss? Will the Authentic Michigan Love-Stone** set off the security alarms? Will Ben bolt for the outdoors while I am trying to get my suitcase through the door?

Tune in tomorrow to find out, and in the meantime, let me wish you all a hearty "Thank Ganesh THAT'S over with!"

*I once wandered through downtown Detroit, along Michigan Avenue, on foot, unarmed, in desperate search of Sudafed. That I survived is proof that the gods look out for fools and madmen, and I cannot shake the feeling that Detroit is patiently waiting, like a colossal urban cat, for the foolish mouse to return. That Detroit and 2007 may make a brief unholy alliance is a fearful thought.

** "A what, Tom?"

"An Authentic Michigan Love-Stone!"


"A rock."

"You mean like this rock here?"

"Good choice! There you go!"

"Does it work?"


"I feel like I should demand a certificate of authenticity."

"I'll print you up one...."

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It had to be done! Besides, I mean it, pun aside!

Would Tom mail one of those to Florida?

Gorram it, I've lived in Michigan for 12 years now, and never once set sight on a Love-Stone. This...this must explain my extended singleness! (Surely it cannot be my frothy demeanor...)

I've lived here my whole life(nearly 4 decades)andthis is the first I've heard of it. There must not be much love in Michigan.

Oh and I have it on good authority chicks dig the frothy demeanor.

Hmmm, that could actually explain even more, as I'm a het female! :D

*I once wandered through downtown Detroit, along Michigan Avenue, on foot, unarmed, in desperate search of Sudafed.

Day or night? It's not too bad during the day.

I advise taking the flight attendant.

Of course, this advice is completely useless because you won't receive it until after the moment needing it has passed. Unless some sort of weird time vortex intervenes. And what are the chances of that happening...?

Edited at 2007-12-31 08:22 pm (UTC)

Definitely the flight attendant.

So Michigan Love-Stone is like what a friend of mine in Arizona referred to as a Passion Stone.

"What's a Passion Stone?"

"Just another ****ing rock!"

I saw Ganesh on HGTV last week! I think it was Divine Design. They didn't mention that it was Ganesh, but I recognized her when they put her statue next to the new fireplace, and I thought of you. :-)

email me at pixel AT hundred-acre-wood DOT com if you want my phone number for emergency airport rescues.

Where is she? Has something happened?!?

Well Ursula, however you rang in your new year, I hope you enjoyed it! I rang mine in with blue hair dye and a jar of marachino cherries. Best of luch to you in the new year!

How does the hair dye affect the taste of the cherries?

I was about to say...

"Worst Cocktail EVAR."

Actually, "Worst Cocktail Evar" would have to be drinking the cherry juice after the cherries were gone. I though what the heck and chugged the whole thing....not reccomended.
The dye didn't affect the taste much, but I think the smell may have made me a bit high. That might explain why I chugged the cherry juice. Hmmm....
Happy New Year!

Ursula, you leave us hanging! What, pray tell, are the properties of a Genuine Michigan Love-Stone?

A very eccentric music history professor of mine once shared with us his city survival tips. He'll dress nicely, and mutter to himself the whole time. Large arm movements once in a while. The muggers just get creeped out. We've been told this is how he survived New York at 3 in the morning. So maybe it applies to Detroit too...hmm....

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