Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Concert wants you to know that those empty seats in the background were filled by showtime. P!NK tickets for next April go on sale tomorrow. I will purchase two tonight at 12:01 AM. That’s how much the concert enthralled us. P!NK is a remarkable entertainer. I’m sure I said “WOW” 78 times. At least. I’ve seen dozens of concerts, but I’ve never experienced a show as wild. Watching P!NK was like watching a kid play hard with abandon, in absolute exuberant joy. She’s for real!
Bow Tie and I just got an email, informing us tonight’s P!NK concert start-time has changed from 7:30 to 8:30 PM. I’m not angry. Dinner reservations can be changed. But… I’m old, and late nights don’t agree with my body anymore. I call the effect “sleep reflux.” The later show time won’t dampen the over-the-top enjoyment I anticipate, but I’ll pay for it when I struggle to get my– excuse my language– ass out of bed tomorrow. And I’ll probably have sleep boogers in my tired eyes for 72 hours. 🎫 🎟 🎹 🥁 🎸 😴
Bow Ties o’ the Day surprised me this morning. After I woke up and strolled downstairs, this scene greeted me. Tonight is the P!NK concert, and Bow Ties are each clamoring for me to choose to wear “Me, me, me!” Not one is going to go with us. To wear pink to a P!NK show is too obvious and cutesy. Poor things. Even Skitter’s wearing her pink halter, cuz she wants to go. Does my pink sock monkey blanket really think it has a chance to go? 🎼 🎤
When Bow Tie o’ the Day and I lunch with Suzanne, it’s a highlight of our day. We sit at a picnic table outside, far from her office. We laugh too loudly to sit any closer to her building. We are rambunctious, and Bow Tie eggs us on. So many people live together for years, yet cannot stand each other. They don’t communicate: they bicker. I couldn’t bear that. Suzanne and I live in twisty conversations and laughs that never end. I’m aware I’m a lucky soul. 🍀
Bow Tie o’ the Day tells us to keep things in perspective. Too often, we think our heads/brains must be tiny, because we make mistakes and bad decisions. This isn’t true. Our heads are exactly the right size. We’re just human, and that makes us fallible. We need to remember that fact, throw on a bow tie, and head out into the world to do better than we did yesterday. Easier said than done. But what choice do we have? Nobody wants to come to our pity party. 🎈
Here’s Bow Tie o’ the Truck. When the knob on Hombre’s window-roller-downer broke off, Bow Tie replaced it. When you have a 20-year-old truck, you don’t replace things that break. You improvise. First, it’s difficult to still find parts for your beat-up pal. Second, you don’t wanna put money into a vehicle that could easily pass away in its sleep any night. Please note the filth on my armrest. You do not gussy-up your rickety ride. Dirt and grease add character to a Methuselah truck. 🤠
Sometimes a girl just wants a chin beard. Bow Tie o’ the Day is happy to help me. And sometimes one bow tie is not enough to get you through the day. Again, Bow Tie rises to the challenge. I doubt I will venture out into the urban environment like this, because some people have such a hard time dealing with my neckwear that facial neckwear would cause apoplexy everywhere I go. They do not understand the Bow Tie/Tie philosophy. I’m a tie missionary, but within reason. 👔
ADVERTISEMENT! Bow Tie o’ the Day sings the praises of Sunday brunch in Wyoming. Suzanne’s brother, James, is the chef and owner of the Gateway Grille, at the Purple Sage Golf Course in Evanston– the true Windy City. We took a mellow Sabbath drive up I-84, to where James creates an ample and varied spread of yummy chow. I plated-up three times! And I stole pastry on the way out the door. 🍰 Pet peeve alert! One of my bigly peeves is people saying “EVINGSTON,” instead of “Evanston.” 😖
For Bow Ties o’ the Day, this is as close as they get to a ferris wheel AND/OR merry-go-round. This combo provides a gut-tumbling adventure for them. Remember decking out your bike spokes like this with playing cards? That trick created a flippin’ buzzing sound that remarkably sounded like a deck of cards being shuffled. The only drawback to doing that? Well, for me, I’d sit down in my bedroom to play solitaire, only to find that my card deck was missing a few crucial cards. 🎟 🚴♀️
Suzanne wanted to take me and Skitter for a walk, after our horse placed 2nd in the Derby. She put our Bow Tie o’ the Day dog collars on us, and clicked on our John Deere leashes. Enough? No. She made Skitter and me wear our out-and-about hats on our walking trek. Who am I kidding? She doesn’t have to twist our paws to dress us up fancy to amuse the other neighborhood walkers. Secretly, I think Suzanne would sometimes rather walk alone, in anonymity. Fat chance! 🎩