monday & tuesday

monday, woke around 10, called richard to pick us up from jody's. poor richard (bad cold) took us to the gallery, where we both signed a number of prints ordered from people who couldn't make the opening. around noon, the reporter from the manchester evening news came by for an interview, as well as a photographer. that went fine, she 'got it' and was easy to talk to. as soon as that interview ended, howard and andrew from 'blue planet' arrived to take us and jody to lunch to talk about an upcoming project. just down the street from the gallery, we ate at a nice pub-style place, which sadly was out of fish and chips.

it was, of course, pouring rain.

back at the gallery, we loaded the boxes of cider into the car and made our way back to jody's. after a bit, jody went to get proper take-away fish & chips, which we ate while watching manchester united weakly beat a team from the suburbs of london. elliot came by, laura came home. the cider, after all that, was actually pretty good.

after the game, elliot left, jody & laura went upstairs for a bit, and di and i watched 'the descent', which was better than you might expect.

to bed, not to sleep. took forever to fall asleep. slept maybe by 4am.

at 6:30, jody woke us up so we could pack. we didn't realize he went back to bed. when it was time to leave for the airport (8am), jody couldn't find his keys, and tore the house apart. soon called a cab which took us out into walking-pace traffic. di and i were so unhappy, bracing ourselves for another 24 hours in manchester as we would be missing our flight.

we made it to the airport just in time, and got on the plane. terrible, long flight home. the stupid self-centered fucking people who had flown over in the row ahead of us were again in the row ahead of us, and did everything they could to recline, spread out, bounce their seats, etc. everyone else on the plane was a shaved-headed jersey-wearing 35 year old drinking team member of some football or rugby team. i began a process i will now call "getting the worst fucking headache i have ever had in my life".

home to ohare, through customs, into a cab (thank god he was a great, fast driver, no sarcasm), to lorna's laces to get seth and the subaru, then home. i got into bed and passed out.

woke at 5pm, did a business call re: the patagonia shirts, started answering emails.

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