Thursday, April 08, 2004
By the way, did Monday's post sound a little nauseating? I reread it and thought maybe it would cause spontaneous puking. I guess sometimes, on my good "I don't miss Houston every second" days, I want to scream "yeah for being happy!!!"
posted by KKT at 8:05 AM
Sorry if I caused any gag-reflexes.
Tuesday was perfect! Gisele asked me to join her for a day of laying in the sun, chugging water, iced tea, and bloody marys by the beach. She and her husband are members of this beach club which means I get to go as a guest! It was very nice - big beach loungers covered the lawn in front of the turquoise water with a little beverage cart wandering in and out of the rows and rows of skantly clad Europeans. I was about half-way through my club sandwhich when I noticed a particulary large and sunburnt woman with a towel around her substantial torso (I couldn't say that she had an actual waist). She was shimmying. She was writhing and dancing around as if she'd just squished her toes into some fresh dog doo. Suddenly a bundle of tropical spandex dropped to her ankles and I gasped in horror. This woman was removing her bathing suit bottoms! Indeed she had and then reached deep into her coordinating tropical beach bag to retrieve another pair of bathing suit bottoms. First, I was amazed that not only that she was el comando, but that she had spare drawers. My jaw dropped further as I watched her begin to pull the fresh bottoms up and around her damp, loggish legs and around her... ahemm... Well, slap me and call me sally! She couldn't hold the towel around her waist AND get those bottoms around her belly the grace God gave a cow. With a flip of her cubby wrists, the towel flew open and for horrifying split second -- I saw bush. ARrghhhhhh!! My eyes!! My eyes!! What a waste of half a club sandwich.
posted by KKT at 7:57 AM
After our day at the beach, Gisele and I headed down to Satwa to find Dream Girl Tailors (don't ask). Apparently, these are the guys to go to if you need a nice gown made and we do. For K9's Puppy Ball at the end of the month. We settled our business at the parking meter and parked ourselves on the Dream Girl to look through their books. Gisele found a slinky, sexy number and I began imagining a Spanish style salsa gown. Once my wheels really started cranking, I figured I really only needed a bustier made and I could wear it with a black silk skirt I have in my closet. I drew up something cha-cha fabulous and we ran over to the fabric store. I found some great raw silks and got a helluva bargain. The salesman asked if I was a designer because he couldn't understand anything I was trying to tell him I was going to do with these funky colored silks. I paid up my Dhs. 92 and promised to bring him a picture.
More to come - lots to tell - off to fish market with Kate!!
Monday, April 05, 2004
In the last year, my life has moved at the speed of light, or possibly love, so fast that sometimes I think I'm dreaming. I often get the sensation - like when you wake up and you're not quite sure where you are and then I roll over and see him and he looks me in the eye and wraps his arounds around me. Then I remember. Then it all fits and seems like "my life."
posted by KKT at 5:17 PM
Life happens, doesn't it? Whether you plan or not, it just does and usually ends up nothing near what you imagined.
Have I been left along too many hours today? I woke early with The Man, waved him off at 6:30 and made some breakfast to eat while surfing the net. Burning time until I had to take his car into the dealership for some under warranty work. So I've been in the house, alone with the dogs since about 11:30. I could have jumped in a taxi and met Gisele for some shopping, but I stayed in. Seems like I never just stay in. I didn't even lay by the pool. I took a nap on a stripped down bed. With all the sun shining in on my face. I slept for over an hour and woke with that feeling. Obviously, I'm from Texas, because Martina McBride's song, "I am so blessed" is ringing through my ears. That makes me feel so happy and reminds me of all the wonderful people that I've been blessed to know.
An old friend wrote me a poem today
I found it funny and confusing in a way
But nonetheless, it was for me and that
Makes me full of glee.
So now, I've pulled my favorite white sheets on the bed, tucking away my afternoon dreams, and have Norah Jones blasting through every speaker in the house. The neighbors are convinced I'm drunk.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Waking up to the sound of new sandals being eaten by dogs is on my Top Ten List of noises I hate. It’s Sunday (the beginning of our work week) and I am up early. I didn’t even bother removing the sandals from their precious mouths, as the damage was too far-gone. I only wore them once. Can shoes carry memories for people? Most of all, women? I think if I’d discovered doggie saliva covering chewy chunks of first pair of Reefs, the ones Lara bought me for my birthday, the ones that have been soaked with beer 100 times, the ones that have climbed the steep hill country of Texas, walked along sandy beaches of Florida, and dangled from my toes in countless Houston bars – I would have had an extended moment of silence.
posted by KKT at 7:52 AM
On to the weekend wrap-up:
During World Cup, I unknowingly agreed to a dinner invitation for Thursday night at Nicola & David’s house (Nicola works at K9 with me). Thankfully, I rang Nicola the following day to get myself on the K9 schedule and she reminded me of our plans. The Man got home around 6:00 Thursday evening and took a conference call while I chatted with Leah and Katie. We arrived at the luau dinner party around 7:30, ate some bland excuse for an English BBQ, decided to forego the warm Heineken for red wine, and planned a casual exit for around 10:00. Playing 007, I excused myself to the ladies twice to communicate with Kate, who I planned to meet after we’d made a sufficient appearance:
“Eagle One to Desert Squirrel. Eagle One’s departure is eminent as is texting from potty. Rendezvous at Longs at 23:00.”
The Man and I said our goodbyes and took off for Longs Bar to meet Kate & Jon. We ordered many beers and grooved to hits from the 80’s and 90’s.
Most of Friday was spent resting and recovering by dozing in and out of naps and watching movies. In our drunken state the previous night, we had invited Kate & Jon over to dinner. I hated the idea of canceling because I’ve had to recoil the drunken dinner invite before. Kate didn’t sound too hot when I called her at 3:00 and she was consuming a hearty entrée at Chili’s. We agreed to a late dinner and possibly a movie.
The Man and I pulled ourselves together and went outside the house to pick up some steaks and other dinner ingredients. Around 7:30, our guests arrived and seemed open to putting a little hair on the dog. We started with wine and beer and then dug into a feast of rib eye steaks, Caesar salad, grilled hamoulli cheese, potatoes… mmm… nothing like feeding a hangover. Kate ran to the car after the table was cleared to retrieve Pictionary. The Man groaned and suggested men vs. women. I made sure he didn’t want to pair with me before we rolled the dice and he insisted teaming with Jon and placing a little wager. If I won: Dinner at Trader Vic’s. If The Man won: He drives my truck for a month. Let the games begin. Thirty minutes later, the boys are ten squares away from start and Kate and I are leaning back smugly sipping wine.
Yesterday was golf day. We had an 8:00 shotgun start and played with a nice English man named Peter. I had a few strokes of glory, but still need a lot of practice.
And today… today I’m back at K9 and then taking my neighbor, Ailsa, to Al Satwa to look for fabric. I’ve got to have a dress made for the Puppy Ball and she just wants some run-around clothes zipped up.
Did I forget to mention that I’ve booked my return flight to Houston? I’ll be there approximately 20 days and can’t wait to start booking events!!