Rocking the Apple Store to its Core
My computer (aka the Chicklet) refused to turn on the day before I left for Israel, and LCF couldn’t turn her on while I was away either (frigid bitch!) so we took her for a look see at the genius bar at the new Apple flagship store on 5th Ave last night. Catering to all manner of noctournal nerds, the store is open 24/7, so I thought making an appointment at 11:20 PM would be both cool and low-key. Of course, the place was a mad house, and my 11:20 appointment soon disintegrated into a 12:45 AM audince with a “genius” named Paul who plugged her in, pressed the power button, and magically made her work. Aaaaaargh! Why, God, why???? After a long trek home chock full of visits to popular early morning errand destinations like the mailbox, Hollywood Video, and of course, Duane Reade (toilet paper is a gift that keeps on giving) I finally got my sleep on, and for the fourth night in a row, dreamt of Israel. In all of my Israel dreams so far, I’m back on the tour bus with the whole gang, plus LCF, checking out the sights in an endless summer of Foreign Ministry-sponsored indulgence. When my alarm went off this morning, our guide Avinoam assured me in my dream that since LCF had missed the trip the first time around, I should keep sleeping so he could have a chance to catch up on what he missed while I was away. I could definitely see the sleepy logic in this, and happily obliged for a full hour, making me robo-late. Whatevs, I hope the dream version of LCF appreciates all I do for him.