Friend-ly Weekend?

I got word Monday and yesterday about friends coming to visit me this weekend! Well, 1 friend is coming to play a jazz gig and the other 2 friends claim they decided yesterday they are coming to see me on Saturday. Fortunately we are all friends from college ("UNT", pronounced "-unt"!) so hopefully we can all get together at once. My 2 non-gigging friends say it's a 70% chance they are coming on Saturday. While I love and adore them dearly, would kill for them, and have known them since I was a tender 18 years old, I can say with all certainty this means it's really more like 50/50, even if they did text me last night to confirm!

Still! I would love for them to come. I have already offered up the baby's room for them (the baby will love sleeping in our room with us and she will also love seeing her Auntie B. and Uncle T.) and have already gotten a recommendation on an excellent Mexican restaurant with, in the words of my father, "killer margaritas", to take them to. Now I'm just trying to finalize plans with my sax-playing gigging pal, Brucey, whom I have not seen in 13 years!!! We recently found each other on Facebook and I am so glad. He looks the same and probably is the same, which is just how I like it! He was my big brother at college and looked out for me, along with Uncle T. and several other "big brothers" I had (I needed a lot of looking after back then to keep the ever-present weasels at bay).

So 2 more holiday invites have come my way. 1 is the all-girl Christmas ornament exchange, which I am confident I will find totally mind-numbingly tedious, so that's out. Next is an annual holiday party I almost always go to at this millionaire couple's house (seriously) but now that they have a toddler the party is way early, like from 5p-8p and S won't get home early enough from work for us to get over there and really enjoy much of it. Although I'll miss the fantastic food and drinks, I'm ok with missing the party b/c it's always lousy with rich, boring yuppies and we all know how I feel about them! I mean, what is the deal with them? They always seem to me to be perpetually putting on their game faces and trying to present a "persona." I have no patience or tolerance for it. Even my 1 wonderful yuppie friend who is the reason I know these yuppies anyway, as sweet and kind-hearted and genuine as she is, even she talks of when she can buy a BMW. Oh, please.

In other news, RIP Odetta (nice title, eh?). She was my present to myself the day I passed the TCLEOSE exam and became a bona-fide cop, Feb. 10, 2005. Seeing her--for free!--at U of H was my reward for a year's worth of hard work, sweat, and tears. I went to see her with li'l bro and R. It was amazing and I will never forget that wonderful, most perfect day that ended with a wonderful, most perfect concert. Thanks for the memories, Odetta.