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Long weekend, day 1
Oct. 31st, 2010 06:41 amThick fog yesterday morning -- my belief in the better forecast was almost shaken, since it was impossible to see what was above the fog. Could just as well have been grey cloud and drizzle. But it cleared up around 11, and the day became as splendid as I'd been willing it to be. Unfortunately all the waiting for the sun to come out had seriously damaged my good intentions re. running, and so all I could get myself to do was going to the gym. Even so, 1 hour on the treadmill and 45 minutes machines + abs (abs are important, remember?) was an ok result, considering that I'd been sorely tempted just to stay home and do nothing.
I still haven't done that effing pedicure.
Maybe this afternoon, depending on whether I'll be playing only with Elena (9 - 10.30) or with Valentina, too. If I play twice, I wouldn't be finished before 12.30, and if I can't resist the weather -- no fog today, and the sun is just coming up -- and do a bit of running afterwards, I won't be home before 2 p.m. And I'll be meeting friends for late lunch/ early dinner at 5, so maybe the pedicure project will have to be postponed to tomorrow.
Dinner last night with embassy friends was very, very nice.
Amusing detail, well both amusing and slightly embarrassing:
Fact no. 1: Eleni, my Greek colleague, likes to dabble in matchmaking.
Fact no. 2: Gert, my Dutch colleague, is a Holy Grail (do I have to mention that I like him but that there are no sparks whatsoever?)
So, somehow Sex and The City comes up, and Eleni mentions season 6, where Carrie dates Aleksandar Whatshisname, i.e. Baryshnikov.
I say something about Baryshnikov being sex onna stick.
Eleni says, "Don't you think that Gert looks a bit like Baryshnikov?"
Gert's eyes almost pop out of his head. (There is next to no resemblance, BTW, except that Gert is very slim and muscular, and he has blue eyes)
I almost choke on my wine.
Ten seconds of embarrassed silence, and then I replied, admittedly a little lamely, "It's with Baryshnikov as it is with The Highlander: there can only be one."
I ate roast lamb yesterday, which was so good that my mouth is still watering -- that's saying something, considering that in the early morning the mere thought of food makes me sick. And there were veggies and salads and the fantastic bread they make at that place... YUM.
Before this post gets too obnoxiously positive: I still haven't booked my flight to Vienna. And I really, really don't feel like going. I'd *love* to simply cancel the whole thing and just take a few days off and stay here, but the mere thought makes me feel horribly guilty, because my mother would be so disappointed. Yes, I would see some friends, but that doesn't make the idea much more appealing. I hate having to make that kind of decision, really I do. I suppose I'll go for a compromise in the end: I'll go, but not from the 10th to the 16th. 11 - 15 is more than enough, given that I don't have to see any doctors or do any indispensable shopping. Or maybe 12 - 15? That would be Friday till Monday... Only two whole days in between, which makes the whole trip seem like even more of a waste of time and money. Gah. Well, I'll think about it some more.
Sun's up. Day is glorious. Let's focus on the positive things, shall we?
I still haven't done that effing pedicure.
Maybe this afternoon, depending on whether I'll be playing only with Elena (9 - 10.30) or with Valentina, too. If I play twice, I wouldn't be finished before 12.30, and if I can't resist the weather -- no fog today, and the sun is just coming up -- and do a bit of running afterwards, I won't be home before 2 p.m. And I'll be meeting friends for late lunch/ early dinner at 5, so maybe the pedicure project will have to be postponed to tomorrow.
Dinner last night with embassy friends was very, very nice.
Amusing detail, well both amusing and slightly embarrassing:
Fact no. 1: Eleni, my Greek colleague, likes to dabble in matchmaking.
Fact no. 2: Gert, my Dutch colleague, is a Holy Grail (do I have to mention that I like him but that there are no sparks whatsoever?)
So, somehow Sex and The City comes up, and Eleni mentions season 6, where Carrie dates Aleksandar Whatshisname, i.e. Baryshnikov.
I say something about Baryshnikov being sex onna stick.
Eleni says, "Don't you think that Gert looks a bit like Baryshnikov?"
Gert's eyes almost pop out of his head. (There is next to no resemblance, BTW, except that Gert is very slim and muscular, and he has blue eyes)
I almost choke on my wine.
Ten seconds of embarrassed silence, and then I replied, admittedly a little lamely, "It's with Baryshnikov as it is with The Highlander: there can only be one."
I ate roast lamb yesterday, which was so good that my mouth is still watering -- that's saying something, considering that in the early morning the mere thought of food makes me sick. And there were veggies and salads and the fantastic bread they make at that place... YUM.
Before this post gets too obnoxiously positive: I still haven't booked my flight to Vienna. And I really, really don't feel like going. I'd *love* to simply cancel the whole thing and just take a few days off and stay here, but the mere thought makes me feel horribly guilty, because my mother would be so disappointed. Yes, I would see some friends, but that doesn't make the idea much more appealing. I hate having to make that kind of decision, really I do. I suppose I'll go for a compromise in the end: I'll go, but not from the 10th to the 16th. 11 - 15 is more than enough, given that I don't have to see any doctors or do any indispensable shopping. Or maybe 12 - 15? That would be Friday till Monday... Only two whole days in between, which makes the whole trip seem like even more of a waste of time and money. Gah. Well, I'll think about it some more.
Sun's up. Day is glorious. Let's focus on the positive things, shall we?
