Thursday, April 01, 2004
How cute are these? And this? Two silly lessons and I'm a golf freak. The lesson was great today even though I couldn't lie to Simon and say that I'd practiced, because I hadn't.
posted by KKT at 6:18 PM
It's finally (our) weekend!! Tomorrow will be for relaxing and recovering from what is soon to be a wild night. We're supposed to have dinner at Nicola & David's down the road and then may meet up with Kate & Jon... as soon as The Man gets off his conference call, we'll be off!
Oh. I planted four Desert Rose bushes in the front garden today - it looks FAB!
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
The Dubai World Cup was held on Saturday at the Nad Al Sheba Club. The man and I golf here and this place has been in the process of setting up for this shin-dig for a month. We’ll be happy to have our tee boxes back where they’re supposed to be, more than 100 yards from the pin. Anyway, the whole town was buzzing for weeks before the big race. I think girls’ heads start spinning at any chance to put on a big hat and a pretty dress in the middle of the afternoon simply to sip cocktails on a fresh lawn listening to horses trample past. So, my head was spinning. . .
posted by KKT at 8:52 AM
My black hat (bought off a Neiman’s sale rack back home) made it’s debut with a lavender halter dress and, naturally, black strappy kitten heel sandals. The Man actually slid into his suit on a hot Saturday afternoon with no fuss and took me by the arm.
Our Canadian friends, Dean & Gisele, met us at the Irish Village, which was one of the many restaurants and bars set up around the racetrack. We found ourselves a nice picnic table near the fence for an optimum people watching post.
First, we completed our race sweepstakes tickets (a sad substitute for placing actual bets) with every intention of turning them in before the 4:30 deadline. I glanced at my Frolex at 4:40 and announced we were late – that somebody better start running those tickets over to the appropriate booth and beg for them to be submitted! My friends looked at me as if I’d lost the plot. Did I not notice the full, frosty beverage nested in my hand? Did I not notice the prime location in which we sat? Did I not consider the actual chances of me winning the sweepstakes? I shrugged, tossed the ticket to the ground, and took another smiling sip.
This went on for several hours. Finally, some ladies from K9 coaxed me into actually leaving the Irish Village to venture out into the sea of hats and tail coats. I found myself at the Bubble Lounge sipping champagne and had a flashback to my wedding night. Just say no to the champagne!!! I made my way back to the Irish Village only to find my party ready to throw me into reverse and back toward the racetrack to watch the final $6 million race. I moaned. My darling strappy sandals were now cutting my feet. I’m pretty sure I stumbled toward a portion of the miles of temporary white picket fences and supported myself as I unraveled the strings from my ankles.
I recall seeing five to six thoroughbred horse asses fly by and then we turned away, along with 30,000 other people, toward the main gate to find a taxi into town.