Birthday Festivities

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A fine meal was consumed, along with a very nice wine. The Provencal wine was different in taste to my normal California addiction. I shall not attempt to bore you with pompous descriptions of the taste, except to note it was the other end of the spectrum from fruit. Not acidic, I might be tempted to mention leather or chocolate if I didn't regulary make fun of people assigning flavors to wine that would in fact be revolting if they were truly present.

Conversation was spirited, and featured full strategic analyses of GM and Target, along with a diversionary exercise into Jack Welch and "Robert".

Driving in NYC is a frikkin nightmare. I successfully failed to park in my little safe lot, and on my return to the Garden State, failed to locate the Lincoln Tunnel. The return path featured a relatively successful locating of the Holland Tunnel, followed by 45 minutes of vintage Manhattan gridlock (at Midnight) due to construction in the tunnel. This little treat was followed by a tour of the scenic parts of Jersey City, and a sprint back to the Jersey Turnpike.

All in all a wonderful evening. It speaks volumes on the joy received in spending time with my family, that all else falls to the wayside :-D


addendum: Comments are solicited on Grammatical Construction. Which fragment of the above posting is most appropriate ?

1) "The return path featured a relatively successful locating of the Holland Tunnel..."
2) "The return path featured a relatively successful location of the Holland Tunnel..."

The issue at hand is the correct passive past tense of the verb To Locate.

Comments

Cynthia Young said…
I would imagine since locating is refering to a singular activity it should be the correct terminology. However this should be one of those posts that are addressed by a much more keen gramatist (if such term exists).

Sounds like it was a good birthday. Thanks for not using the words chocolate or leather in your description of the Provençe wine.
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