Thursday, June 03, 2004
Leaving for London in 12 hours. We're spending four days in London and then off to Paris for Jim's conference (he's presenting a big paper - I'm so proud!!) where we'll be for six days. I'm so excited to finally venture outside Heathrow Airport.
posted by KKT at 7:13 PM
Last night we went to a "Murder at the Panto" party that some friends Jim met through hockey threw. It was a real riot - I was the Fairy Godmother and Jim was the Widow Twankey. I spent all week searching for our costumes and I must say, I think Jim looked the best. He stole the show with his blonde wig, big boobs, and tacky makeup.
Well, I need to run to the Mercato for a few last minute travel items. Hope to post during our holiday and get postcard out. Love, Kim!
Sunday, May 30, 2004
I noticed on Clayton’s blog that he feels he and many others have been “neglecting” their blogs. I know that my own is not as up-to-date as it should be. Especially considering that amount of free time I would seem to have to do so. Apparently, there is not so much free time and at least none that I am so compelled to sit down and use that time to write about my comings and goings.
posted by KKT at 7:58 AM
The other night, after my K9 meeting/party, I was feeling the wine and brought out the leather organizer that holds all the hand written phone numbers and out dated addresses of friends and began dialing. I was in shock the next morning to find over 20 numbers listed on my “Numbers Dialed” list. Like most people, I was in the mood to hear familiar voices and have an actual real-time conversation.
My birthday celebration took an interesting turn. While I was sulking about being away from friends, nowhere near Kimifest, and living half-way around the globe with few friends, The Man was scheming and planning. Naturally, he took me to a very nice dinner and bought me as much red wine as I could swallow. On the way to the restaurant, I was thinking, “This is it. All our friends will be at the restaurant waiting to scream, ‘Surprise!!’” But then we were lead to a table for two, reserved for us at 7:30. Other than the three other tables occupied with the over 60 crowd, we were the only people there. The restaurant slowly began to fill up, but not with our friends clambering to wish me Happy Birthday.
The next day, Ailsa took me to lunch and instructed me to get my head on straight. That I needed to be more accepting of where I am before I go back to the States, otherwise, I may not want to return. She must have smelled the birthday disappointment and homesickness a mile away. After our lunch, I went to the massage The Man had booked for me at the Jumeriah Beach Club. Very nice. Very relaxing.
I got home, jumped in the shower to rinse the rose oil off my body, and sank into the bed with towels wrapped around me. I heard The Man running up the stairs, asking me how the massage was, and jumped into the shower without so much as a kiss for me. I wondered why he was in such a hurry. As he was dressing (with me still sulking in my damp towels on the bed) the front gate rang. It was our neighbors, Steve and Ailsa. They weren’t expected until much later for an after dinner drink. The Man ran down and I quickly began to dress. As I walked into the kitchen, Ailsa and Steve looked at me slyly and suggested I dry my hair. “Why,” I wondered? Why? Because five minutes later the front gate began swinging open with about a dozen of our friends, all here to surprise me! The Man started hauling in the booze and food from the car and I clapped with excitement. What a great night and an awesome surprise. I haven’t had a surprise like that since our mothers threw Amy Ames and I a 13th birthday party at the Cuero Country Club. Amy said she knew about it all along.