Tuesday night, San Geraldo and I were in Málaga for a farewell dinner (until next time) with our nephew Matt and his wife Lindy. They fell in love with Málaga several years ago and we’ve been the lucky recipients of nearly annual visits.
To say that I adore, admire, love, and respect Matt and Lindy would be understating my feelings for them.
We took in Málaga’s Christmas lights before enjoying another amazing dinner. While I sort through my 145 photos (whittled down from the original 221), I thought I’d share this shot of a club we passed. It really has nothing to do with anything except it had us all laughing.
AFTER READING THE SIGN BY THE DOOR, MATT THOUGHT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER
HAD THE MARQUIS READ: TODAY ON SHOW, THE PACK RAT
I DON’T WANT THE
GUITAR, BUT I DO WANT
THE DISPLAY CASE.
We have a new piano! We went Friday to a great music shop, Organigrama Málaga, and the piano was delivered today. San Geraldo had done his research (he plays; I don’t), so there was no real shopping, just paying. While we stood at the counter a rockstar wannabe was trying out an electric guitar. It was painful to hear.
San Geraldo had a piano when we met in 1981, an old baby grand; it was very old and not very grand. He sold the piano before we moved to Los Angeles in 1982. In 1987, after our second move following Los Angeles, I bought him a new upright piano for his birthday. We sold that in 1993 before we moved to San Diego where we bought a new baby grand. That moved to San Francisco with us in 1998. It had to be craned from our driveway onto the third-floor terrace of our house because it wouldn’t fit up the stairs to the living room.
Not wanting to crane it back out, we sold the piano with the house when we left San Francisco in 2000. Then, in 2003 (after yet another move), we bought a digital piano for our home in Santa Barbara. That moved to Las Vegas with us in 2007 and, a year later, we sold it to our neighbours when we began to downsize.
I’d like to take lessons, but I’d also like to immediately be able to play like Elton John.
ROLL OVER, BEETHOVEN.
I might have to lower my expectations before I start. Fortunately, for everyone’s sake, the piano is digital. I can just plug in the headphones and no one will ever know the truth (except me).
I wish that guitar player in the shop had been wearing headphones.
NOW IT’S TIME FOR NEW FLOORS, WOODWORK, AND PAINT.
At coffee with friends Tynan and Elena Sunday morning, San Geraldo was telling the story of the first escalator to be installed in a department store in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. It was before his time, but he read that it was a very big deal.
“The escalator went all the way from one floor to the next!” he explained.
THE VIEW (CLICK FOR A CLOSER LOOK). THE MOUNTAINS GO ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP!
“As opposed to the ones that only go half way?” I asked.
And that reminded me of another San Geraldo escalator episode…
In 2006, when we were still living in Santa Barbara, California, I was often in Las Vegas on business. San Geraldo would sometimes meet me after my business was done so he could lose money… I mean play games at the casinos.
One week, Linda and Tom (Jerry’s sister and her husband) met us there and then drove back to Santa Barbara with us. We had been staying at the Flamingo Hotel (one of my corporate clients). On our departure, we took the narrow escalator leading to the parking garage (it went all the way up to the next floor). San Geraldo was in front with his huge hard-sided suitcase (don’t get me started).
He stepped onto the escalator pulling his suitcase behind him.
The suitcase wouldn’t fit. It was too wide for the escalator. So, as the escalator continued its upward climb, San Geraldo starting running back down while giving tugs on his suitcase trying to squeeze it into the too-narrow space (I did mention it was a hard-sided suitcase…)
Linda, Tom, and I were laughing so hard, it hurt.
Finally, San Geraldo bellowed.
“Well, don’t just stand there! Somebody help!”
I turned the suitcase sideways and it and San Geraldo made their ascent together.
A VISUAL AID…
When we all reached the top, we were doubled over in laughter.
San Geraldo, looking very confused, insisted, “Well it fit when I arrived!”
I took a couple of breaths and calmly stated, “You came in a different door.”
(That brought another communal roar of laughter, tears, and stomach pain).
(He arrived by taxi from the airport and came in the main door, which has a wider escalator, which however, goes UP to the hotel).
Tom now does a great imitation of San Geraldo running in place with a suitcase. He calls him “Escalator Man!”