SANDS WINS, ART LOSES....

Okay, Skinny reminds me that I have been a bad blogger. One of those weird weeks at work where nothing is meant to be happening but EVERYTHING happens. Yesterday, for instance, Pete and I woke up completely confident that TeamWilliams was going to be able to make it to sunset-ish cocktails. It was all set. Pete was on morning shift. I got an early start on my story. Matt & Di had a table booked at Loof and all. Angela was coming. Party gears were oiled. I even wore my new dancing shoes. And then what happens? The Government decides to reveal who won the casino bid. At 5.30pm. Bleah. Plans flew right out of the window. Comes with the territory I guess. (For anyone who care, it was Las Vegas Sands). FINALLY got out of the office at about half ten, by which time everyone was nicely half tanked so there was a fairly quick dropoff rate. Ah well. But the good news was that I had reclaimed my Friday night, and to make it EVEN better, the Skaffaris, who are visiting from sunny SanFran, popped over to say hi. Had many Asahi's. Nice. Mood brightened considerably. Turned out to be a pretty good night. I have made Mrs Skaffari promise that when she makes it BIG in the movies, I will get the big J-takes-Hollywood exclusive... In the brief period since we were last in California, she's managed to score at least three roles, so watch this space. Been sadly reminded though, of how much we sorely miss SanFran... Gotta get back to the Valley to play... Stick our nose in their business... Sigh.