Hectic Week ... Lots of Travel
Both Chris and I were were, for some strange reason, thoroughly exhausted after our weekend in New York. Yes, we went out lots and had a few cocktails, but we were by no means crazy or up late. I felt as though I had arrived in Europe after an all-night party flight from the US when I got back home. Very bizarre feeling. Needless to say, Patois was delighted to snuggle up and snooze on the couch with me all afternoon.
Stephen treated Nancy and myself to cheese enchiladas at local hole-in-the-wall eatery, Andy's late in the afternoon then we all convened back here and caught up on each others' news. I was looking forward to watching the AMA's but also wanted to see Category 6: Day of Destruction which was a CBS special movie. I flicked between the two for a while and then, 30 mins before the end of the movie, I fell asleep! Wouldn't you know it, no-one I know or have spoken to saw that movie so I have no idea how it ended. They probably all died except for a couple of the characters who will live happily ever after in the desolation left behind ... or some equally sappy ending. It was, however, a fairly OK movie, from what I saw.
I left again for work on Tuesday, totally not in the mood for it. Luckily I was up front with Chris and we weren't totally full. Paris was cold and grey--no surprise there. Kim, Chris and I went out for champagne at the happy hour place and were joined by another crew member. Let's just say that I don't know if I can show my face in there again. Why do Americans act that way some time? (And I'm not talking about Kim or Chris.) Said embarrassing one left and so we dashed into a brasserie for some wine--we needed a drink after that fiasco. We saw a cute little mouse in the brasserie then ate at the little Italian restaurant, Il Canticore (sp ?).
Meanwhile, Jer and the Chris Botti band were in Ireland, stranded on a motorway with a broken down tour bus in the freezing weather and with a gig to get to in Belfast. Chris, the new passion of Oprah and number 1 on Amazon, was stuck in the middle of nowhere and almost late for the Sting show. They made it, barely, and had a rather good show.
I arrived home yesterday to be met up the driveway by the wee Moose. She always greets people when they pull in, provided tghat she's outside. Sooooo cute. Thanks to the lovely, kind, caring, sweet Nancy, she was out enjoying the nice evening weather, looking very fuzzy with her winter coat forming. Nancy stopped by briefly and we discussed the impending pay cuts at Continental. Ouch. It hasn't quite registered with me yet but at least we still have great jobs. And fabulous benefits. Speaking of which, I need to get ready as I am heading off to Glasgow tonight to see my Jeremy!!!
Stephen treated Nancy and myself to cheese enchiladas at local hole-in-the-wall eatery, Andy's late in the afternoon then we all convened back here and caught up on each others' news. I was looking forward to watching the AMA's but also wanted to see Category 6: Day of Destruction which was a CBS special movie. I flicked between the two for a while and then, 30 mins before the end of the movie, I fell asleep! Wouldn't you know it, no-one I know or have spoken to saw that movie so I have no idea how it ended. They probably all died except for a couple of the characters who will live happily ever after in the desolation left behind ... or some equally sappy ending. It was, however, a fairly OK movie, from what I saw.
I left again for work on Tuesday, totally not in the mood for it. Luckily I was up front with Chris and we weren't totally full. Paris was cold and grey--no surprise there. Kim, Chris and I went out for champagne at the happy hour place and were joined by another crew member. Let's just say that I don't know if I can show my face in there again. Why do Americans act that way some time? (And I'm not talking about Kim or Chris.) Said embarrassing one left and so we dashed into a brasserie for some wine--we needed a drink after that fiasco. We saw a cute little mouse in the brasserie then ate at the little Italian restaurant, Il Canticore (sp ?).
Meanwhile, Jer and the Chris Botti band were in Ireland, stranded on a motorway with a broken down tour bus in the freezing weather and with a gig to get to in Belfast. Chris, the new passion of Oprah and number 1 on Amazon, was stuck in the middle of nowhere and almost late for the Sting show. They made it, barely, and had a rather good show.
I arrived home yesterday to be met up the driveway by the wee Moose. She always greets people when they pull in, provided tghat she's outside. Sooooo cute. Thanks to the lovely, kind, caring, sweet Nancy, she was out enjoying the nice evening weather, looking very fuzzy with her winter coat forming. Nancy stopped by briefly and we discussed the impending pay cuts at Continental. Ouch. It hasn't quite registered with me yet but at least we still have great jobs. And fabulous benefits. Speaking of which, I need to get ready as I am heading off to Glasgow tonight to see my Jeremy!!!
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