Still Life With Elevated Foot and Fax Machine:
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Tonight is party night. We and another couple are going out to dinner, then to hear Leon Redbone in concert here. W00t!
Mr. Redbone is one of Smokey's very favorite musicians. When I heard a rumor last spring that he was coming to this local venue, I phoned for tickets immediately. In some sort of advance, woo-woo knowledge, I discussed handicap accessibility with the person on the phone when I was choosing seats. Instead of being in the middle of row 2 or 3 as we would have been, we are at one end of row 3; Smokey is partially disabled with rheumatoid arthritis and I wanted to be sure he would be as comfortable as possible. Heh. Now it is I who will able to relax in my wheelchair at the end of the row with my bad hoof elevated on a big fluffy pillow on top of a little folding stool that I plan to bring along. Just the the queen Empress that I am.
I called the restaurant to find out if they are handicapped accessible. We have been there many times, but I didn't remember any level entrance, only one with half a dozen steps. We're good, though, just enter through the bar. The theater has a ramp and separate handicapped entrance -- I have ushered there many times and know exactly how it works.
The male half of the couple we are going with has never met Smokey and refers to him as my imaginary husband. We could not pass up this opportunity to prove the reality of my Bear!
