June 20, 1990
Dear Everyone:
Ashland Update.
There seems to be some confusion about our
collective vacation plans, so I will alliterate:
Sunriver, Oregon
Check in Wednesday, 8/1/90
Check out Tuesday, 8/7/90
(According to “Richard”)
Ashland, Oregon
Check in Monday, 8/6/90
Check out Friday, 8/10/90
“Alice” and “Kelly” will be flying in to Medford
Airport the afternoon of Tuesday, 8/7/90.
We plan to pick them up after the matinee.
However, just in case, I have checked on buses.
The Cascade Airport Shuttle, service to and from Ashland and
Medford Airport; Fare $8.00 per person, one way – two fare minimum.
Reservations advised.
Call or write 50 North Wightman, Ashland, OR 97520 (503) 488-1998.
Shakespeare Schedule
The Second
Man
2:00
8/7/90
Tuesday
Henry V
8:30
8/7/90
Merry Wives
of Windsor
2:00
8/8/90 Wednesday
The Winter’s
Tale
8:30
8/8/90
Backstage Tours & Exhibit Center 10:00
8/9/90
Thursday
The Comedy of
Errors
8:30
Please note that we have a free afternoon on
Thursday, 8/9/90.
Pop Quiz:
Which of the following has the highest priority?
A.
Saving lives
B.
Testing report 401 so it can go into production and everyone who uses it
will be happy and “Glen” can take all that data out of the test data
base, thus saving the company hundreds of dollars.
C.
Tracking Destruction so that hundreds of boxes can be destroyed, thus
saving the company even more money.
D.
Writing up little Post-It notes on theatres and museums in San Francisco
and the Bay Area for the ARMA convention newsletter.
If you chose D., congratulations!
You qualify to live in “Alma”Land.
Yes, our own silly goose once again has us
neglecting our real work to do another “newsletter” advertising the
convention next November. I
“volunteered” to get a list of theatres and museums, figuring all I’d
really have to do is make a copy of the San Francisco Yellow Pages.
I must admit, I’m startled to find out how many theatres there
are, other than the ones I’ve always known, the Orpheum, Golden Gate,
Curran, Marines Memorial, etc.
The Geary, damaged by the Loma Prieta quake, is under renovation
and ACT is hanging out at the Stage Door these days.
I still need to plow through all the museums; but
first, I elected Option A and went to the company blood drive.
Ran into “Ashley Holtz” on the same errand.
He and I are the only ones who participate out of my group.
We each dropped off a pint, picked up some fruit juice (sometimes
pineapple, sometimes orange,
always apple) and got a free Company travel mug, one of those with
two holes in the top. New
slogan: “Company
More than a company…
More than a job.”
(Honestly, they
pay people to come up with
these things.)
Imagine, if you can, my shock and outrage to
discover that the “canteen” at the blood drive had no cookies!!!
Doughnuts, yes. Fruit
juice (guaranteed by the Constitution), of course.
Little packages of cheese and crackers, OK.
But no cookies?
Why do they think we come in and give blood if not for the free
cookies?
You know all those questions they ask you at the
beginning? Like, “Have you
been out of the country in the past 3 years?”
The ones where the nurse is about 4 questions ahead of you
already marking “No” to questions you haven’t answered yet; so when you
say “Yes”, she has to back up and figure out which one you said yes to.
Ever feel like throwing her/him a curve?
Q:
“Have you ever had sex with a man who’s had sex with another man?”
A: “I’m
not sure.”
Q: “You’re not sure if he’s ever had sex with another man?”
A: “I’m not
sure if what we had was sex.”
Back in the real world…
Matt flew out last Saturday to stay at “Jeannie’s”
place and “Marshall” drove up from Fresno, so we decided to spend the
day touring the Wine Country.
The weather was perfect, the wineries beautifully landscaped.
Our original plan to have brunch went a little off course, but we
had a nice lunch outdoors at a deli in St. Helena (I think it was St.
Helena) and a good time was had by all.
By the way, Stag’s Leap Vineyard charges for wine
tasting, but offers free
apple juice for the designated driver.
Those apple juice people really get around.
Love, as always,
Pete
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