It was a different crowd at Centre City, though. Where the Vital City Report was populated with NGOs and educators, Centre City Congress was filled with dignitaries and captains of industry. I wound up sharing a table with three Aldermen and the GM of Transportation for the city. They were quite gracious, despite my obliviousness to most of the in-jokes. I really must brush up on my municipal witticisms.
The Spousal Unit and I met downtown for an early supper. Seriously early - senior supper early. We tried a new Vietnamese restaurant in Arts Central. The coconut shrimp appetizer was lovely - fat, juicy shrimp in a crispy coconut batter with a zesty dipping sauce. The mains were a bit mixed. My noodle bowl was a bit bland with the wrong meat, but the SU's salmon was perfect, although they seem to have forgotten the coconut part of the coconut rice. It was a beautiful room, with dark gleaming woods and orchids and a stainless steel ceiling, and we will likely return. Probably just for appetizers, though.
After dinner, the Spousal Unit headed home to dole out belly rubs to the SRK, while I headed to work to facilitate Blues Mondays at the NMC. Sometime during the evening, the fog that had been flirting with the tops of the downtown towers swooped down to ground level and socked everything in its clammy grip. Imagine my delight, when I finally climbed into the Urban Assault Vehicle near midnight, to discover that some sonofabitch had stolen my windshield wiper. While I was parked in a well-lit lot that cost me a king's ransom. Next time I'm parking in a back alley beside a dumpster and take my chances.
I'm avoiding driving during the snow for the next couple of days, until I can find time to buy a new wiper blade, which, of course, I will not be able to install myself, since it's no longer possible to fix anything on a vehicle with only a screwdriver. It almost makes me miss old Russell, whom I used to start by propping open the carburator with a nail file while I revved the engine. I felt like such a G in those days. Now I will have to go bat my eyelashes at the service station guy just to put on a new wiper blade. How far we have fallen.
What skills have you lost to technology?