My Weakness for (Imported) Blondes...

BTW, if such a weakness hasn't been obvious, ask me (in person sometime) about Le Confit du L'oeil Anglais.

Me and the Blondel (travel guitar from angst-ridden rant a few weeks back) are both in America.     In Queens.
Woodside, even.       I have every reason to believe this because of the Post Orifice note I found in my mailbox when I got home from working OT today (covering today and part of tomorrow for thoughtless co-worker... must...not...rant...).     I can't let myself think that "if only", then I might have had the instrument for the event tomorrow.      Given my broken doorbell, it's equally possible that the note would have been left for me to find after spending hours just inside the apartment, blissfully/tragically unaware.        

My next available day that coincides with the Post Orifice is Wednesday.

La-di-da, La-di-da....

Edit:    Subsequently discovered that disappearing co-worker not thoughtless, just yanked out-of-state to give a caregiver relative a much-needed break...."and I'm not getting paid..."  Now I'm embarrassed...