Thursday we went to Madison Square Garden to see Kathy Griffin; we bought the tickets in October, as soon I knew she would be here. Because I love her, she is hilarious. I know some more ‘cultured’ people, religious or politically correct and… (I know the list goes on and on) wouldn’t understand this love. But I don’t need to prove how cultured I am. I just want to have fun, and what better way than make fun of others. Thursday also was the anniversary of the date we moved to America from Australia. We didn’t realize that when we bought the tickets, but it worked perfectly. It’s been 6 years since we got here, so much happened, mostly good things. So we had good reasons to celebrate. Back to the show, we had some beers and laugh a lot, and I don’t know why my bladder with age started to get smaller and smaller (too much information, but bare with me) so during the show I didn’t want to leave to go to the restroom and at the end the line was something unbelievable (I would probably be standing there until now). So we just left. Making our way through the crowded streets I was constantly crossing my legs when my better half decided he need to buy nasal drops. I told him we have plenty at home, lets go for ‘Christ sake’ I need to pee! 

Him: No, your nasal drops are addictive, they are poisonous, and I need the ones with salt and water.

Me: Okay so mix salt and water at home and lets gooooo.

And without even pay attention to me or my despair he got inside a pharmacy. He spent almost 20 minutes looking for the medicine. So I came close to him and said:

Me: what’s  going on here, why are you taking forever to chose one?

Him: I don’t see anything with water and salt.

Me: what is that in front of you that says SALINE SOLUTION? 

Him: What is Saline?

Me: okay, are you high? Did you put something in your beer? Saline solution is water and salt.

So I yanked the box from the shelf and went to the cashier, still with my legs crossed. He went behind me mumbling things I didn’t care. Outside I whistled for a taxi like a truck driver. Inside the taxi he was still mumbling, and then he asked me:

Him: Sooooo, if Saline means salt, then Saline Dion’s name means salt? … I laughed so hard I may or may not have peed in my pants. I’ll keep that to myself. Really …. Saline Dion?  

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