Thursday, April 22, 2004
Hockey tournaments are bad for maintaining morning appointments. Night Two of the DMC Tourney was a whamey and neither The Man nor I were in any shape to rise with the sun. I called in to cancel my fourth golf lesson and minutes after The Man zipped to the office for a few hours before his 2:00 game, I was texting Kate to meet for greasy TexMex to soothe this ache inside me.
posted by KKT at 10:55 AM
Actually, it's not that dramatic, but sounds like a good excuse to order up a plate of cheesey enchiladas. Check out the reason why. What a great bunch of leafs.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Lately I feel like I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but what exactly have I been doing? Sporty Spice corners me into golfing every possible opportunity. Unfortunately, I don’t think my game is improving with the same enthusiasm.
posted by KKT at 3:36 PM
The Man has been very busy with end of the season hockey stuff. The 1972 Russian Team came to Dubai for an exhibition with their old rival Canada. Even though these guys are well into their 50’s, they were still wiping the floor with the Leafs. The DMC hosted a breakfast which offered a humorous highlights show. The comic guy narrating his little video masterpiece opened with a picture of him in 1972 – as a four year old at his aunts wedding. He said that the dance floor was empty as all the men were in the bar watching the Russians kick butt. I didn’t know much about this hockey history, but I was impressed and felt a lot of respect for the men sitting around me… a little slice of sporting history.
My friend, Kate, is leaving Dubai. I can’t tell you how sad it makes me to see her go. She’s the only girl that I’ve met so far that I really connected with. She would have definitely hung out with my gang in Houston. She’s off to Spain in a matter of weeks… no more afternoon cocktails in the sun for Kim and Kate. Not until I visit her in Spain. That won’t be so bad, I guess.
Oh, and I had it out with the gardener. Just as I type this I think how absurd it is that we have a gardener, but that’s just Dubai. People think we’re nuts because we keep sporting equipment in the maid’s room instead of a Malaysian woman. At first, we thought the gardener came with the place, like the pool guy. But then gardener guy slaps us with a bill for 4 months of “gardening” (i.e., watering sand and cement) that we never agreed to. So I had it out Texas Style. We come to an understanding. He walks up 30 days later reneging on our agreement. So I had it out Texas Style again. I think he is coming to understand. Or, at least, he is very afraid.