I was so happy to have this long weekend.  I feel like I haven’t had a day off in forever — probably because I haven’t.  I went to a few parties, had a rather odd drinks session, and went to the Cubs game.  Not a bad weekend.

 

Oh, and the other day, I was raving about the library visit.  Well . . . I find out later that it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.  I checked out Fortunate Son by Walter Mosley, a selection for one of my book clubs, and I’ve been speeding through it.  It’s engrossing, which isn’t the problem. 

 

The problem is that there are 30+ pages MISSING from the book.  That’s right.  My checked out copy of Fortunate Son skips from 250 to 283.  Then it goes from 283 to 314, which is the end of the book, and then back to 283 again.  WTF???  So, it’s a good thing I’d already ordered a copy of the book, because it looks like I’ll need the supplemental copy to make any sense of the end of the story.

 

I’ve gotta tell you that this incident isn’t a glowing endorsement of the Chicago Public Library.

 

Went to the Cubs game today and sat in one of the skyboxes, which is about the only way that I’m going to watch a baseball game.  My friend’s husband had an extra ticket to hang out in their corporate suite, and got to go onto the field.  When I heard that we were going on the field, I immediately wondered what one does on the field of a baseball game when one is not a player.  I found out that you run out there, take a quick picture, and are immediately ushered off.  It was kind of interesting. 

 

The other thing is that we were only a few suites away from Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston.  Vince walked past me a few times and I even snapped a shot of him on my camera phone.  I also saw Jennifer Aniston, but she was further away.

 

I can’t help thinking that it would suck to be a celebrity.  I can’t imagine having no privacy, and having people gawk at you while you do mundane things like eat a hotdog.  Yeah, sure, they’re rich, but they live in fishbowls.  I can’t imagine being unable to do things like go to Target or just standing in line to see a movie.  I appreciate anonymity, or at least the ability to have anonymity.

 

I think that people have too much information as it is.  I think I’ve posted in the past about how I refuse to give information to stores, like the Container Store, who ask for phone numbers at every purchase.  Even if you pay in cash.  That makes no sense to me.  When I refuse to provide my number, they try and justify it by saying that it’s “just for marketing purposes,” and I politely opt against being a part of the marketing process.  Those discount cards for grocery stores are also a mere tracking mechanisms for consumer purchases.  Whenever I can, I let the cashier enter the store number.  They don’t need to know what kind of feminine hygiene products I prefer, and how often I buy salmon.  Ricidulous.