WAIT FOR ME, SAN DIEGO. I’MA COMIN’. SO IS CHRISTMAS.

I am whining.

We didn’t get a place on the next plane.
We have 2.5 hours now to wait here for another.
This means we will arrive at the venue at show time.
No warm up hour and in the middle of a 3-in-a-row, plus a live sing promo stint, carrying an injury, that’s a bastard.
No time for poncing up my rough old bones either.
We will have to push back show time to 9:30pm
I have Matzo dumpling chicken soup. With no Matzo dumplings in it.
Matzo Chicken soup mends all ills.

This is known.
Other than flight cancellations.

And Matzo dumpling Bermuda Triangles.

Also world peace.

Matzo chicken soup is a jumped up liar.