Bunny's Brush with "Greatness"

Dirtbunny here, reporting from an undisclosed location within 10 miles of Chez Nous. My wedding anniverserary is on Monday, and me and The Man are celebrating with an indulgent weekend at the Swank Inn. We got married on the 12th of November in 1878. We chose that day because it was the weekend closest to November 10th, which, in 1873, was our real anniverserary. Not of that, perv. Of the day we first made schmoopy eyes at each other and decided this is it, or whatever.

After work yesterday, Bunny took the tin can through the tunnel to the Swank Inn to meet The Man, who had already checked in. It was rainy, and the tin can always puts Bunny in a bad mood, and the Swank Inn is attached to a mall (this is Suburbia, people. Everything is attached to a mall), so Bunny had to hack her way through a crowd to get in, and she was dragging her wheeled bag behind her.

Finally, we are in the Swank Inn. The first thing I noticed is that they have apparently shut down the lobby cigar bar, for which we are all grateful. The second thing I noticed was a scrum of self-important people parked in the middle of the hallway, milling around, obstructing access to the elevators and preventing Bunny from going upstairs to her peaceful oasis of peace. Grr. These folks am not movin.

In these situations, one has two choices. Yield, or be yielded to. After years of yielding and observing those to whom she has yielded, Bunny has discovered the trick of being yielded to. Put a blank, oblivious look on your face, and start walking as though you can't even see what might be in your path. The seas part, baby. I'm telling you, it works, kind of like playing chicken, only without Natalie Wood waving her white scarf at the starting line (or Paula Abdul, for that matter).

Bunny was NOT IN THE MOOD. Bunny was not going to yield. So, she put on her blank, oblivious look and started walking. The seas parted, Bunny made it to the elevator, and there she savored her petty little victory.

Then The Man sez, Did you see who that was?

Bunny sez, Yes, Duh, it was a bunch of assholes blocking the path. Jerks.

Sez The Man, that was [gooberish play-by-play guy] and [retired NFL player now color guy]. We refer to them as Fox's B Team. The Skins play the Eagles on Sunday, so they must be in town to call the game. Both teams suck, so we don't rate a Joe Buck/Troy Aikman combination.

Wow! Semi-celebrities also act like obstructionist hallway-blockers, just like plain folks! Dirtbunny is not impressed. Obviously.

In case you're wondering, Bunny has had a decent night's sleep and a lot of coffee, and she's starting to relax and is in a better mood.

I wonder, though. Fox puts up its on-air folks here at Swank Inn. Where do they put the camera guys, sound guys, etc? Probly not as nice a place, I would imagine.

Ooooooo, maybe I should hang out by the pool so I can see [gooberish play-by-play guy] in his swim suit! Not.

By the way, happy birthday Mom. Nice try being coy with your daughter-in-law about your age. I tried to call your cell phone yesterday, but apparently have programmed the incorrect number into my phone. I did have a nice, brief chat with a guy whose mother is also named Kathy.