I’ve been listening to a band from my youth, The Hooters. Gosh, they were good. It’s a shame they didn’t have more success. I wonder if it bothers them that their name is now being used for a silly theme restaurant? I used to have a Hooters T-shirt (from the restaurant) that I enjoyed wearing just to see people’s reactions. I remember wearing it once and being approached and asked if I worked at Hooters. I replied: “Yeah, in the back, but once I get my double bubbles, they’re putting me out front, BABY!”

I had the craziest epiphany…. why bother willing a phone to ring when it is quite easy to just pick it up and dial? If I am not careful, I may actually grow a pair of brass balls.

I got back this morning around 10:00. My plane had left Chicago at 6:30. I left my hotel at 4:00. Work was difficult since I felt so tired but I pushed myself. Judy from across the street stopped by for a little chat just now. Our one neighbor is selling their unit, identical to the Donna villa, and they are getting offers of 65,000 over what I paid! This evening, Lisa and I are meeting Aprille in New Hope for dinner and drinks. We can’t stay out late since Lisa works early tomorrow. Of course, so do I, but I work early every day. I wonder if I can will the phone to ring simply by staring at it? I am sure it works except the person I want to call won’t be the one on the other line.

A few days ago, I wrote about Bobo’s bright orange poop. Ever since then, my referrer’s log has shown far too many people coming to donnaville, searching for orange poop! ORANGE POOP! How weird is that? Did they go to the bathroom, see orange poop floating in the toilet and then decide to google it to find out why? Is there some strange fetish I am unaware of involving the color of crap? How disappointed they must be when they find themselves here.

I spent most of last night at the Philadelphia International Airport. My plane was cancelled. I was then booked onto another flight. Sometime after midnight I arrived in Chicago. Once in my hotel room, I found a schedule on the floor. I immediately noticed my name on it. It reads:

Schedule for – Chicago, Petrillo Band Shell
Tuesday June 28th
1:30 pm Donna departs hotel via limo for Venue
1:30 pm Band sound check on stage
3:20 pm Donna on stage for sound check
3:30 pm Doors – Venue open
5:30 pm SHOW TIME – Donna on stage
7:00 pm Strike / Pack up
7:30 pm Donna and Band return to hotel
10:00 pm Crew return to hotel and shower
12:00 Midnight Band and Crew Busses depart for Toronto

I just did a Google search and DONNA SUMMER PERFORMED at the Petrillo Band Shell on June 28th….. Can it be? Am I staying in the same hotel as Donna Summer?

Last night, as I was setting my hotel room’s clock radio, I couldn’t find my favorite Chicago radio station, Oldies 104.3 WJMK. It’s been replaced with JACK-FM: “We play what we want!” I can no longer go to sleep with Dick Biondi and wake up to Paul Perry! I want my Oldies station back!! So does all of Chicago.

Here’s a Web site that has a couple of stills from The Blob of the crowd rushing out of the Colonial Theater. Compare it to my exit.

Why is it that when I nap with a little puppy cuddled against me, I sleep so much more deeply and arise feeling rested? I think of poor Elvis, popping pills to tackle insomnia when all he really needed was a little Bobo.

Tomorrow I head back to Chicago. It’s a short trip. Just a couple of days. It will be nice to get away and spend some time in the office.

I didn’t go swimming today as I had planned. Maybe next weekend.

I just uploaded a bunch of Bobo pictures to Lisa’s Web site, a bumpy road.