Earlier this week, I had to spend a night in the capitale of crime in the unnamed destination. On the highway, we had to give way to a furious motorcade: I later realized that it was the plane crew which was escorted by armed police to our hotel location. I did not leave my room besides to check out some gorgeous marines drinking by the pool in the morning. Nothing better than half naked tattooed white trash American military for breakfast. Besides that, last week, I ran into my first camel cattle and was almost sick when I was asked to eat some lamb meat with my hands.
I am now in a more peaceful place, albeit boring, and have to spend another week here. I am glad 
to say that I apparently did not yet caught malaria/giardia/flesh eating bacteria this time. However, I have reached that sad stage when I am counting the hours before I return to what we like to call “our world” (you know where everybody is under 25, has a tan, nice clothes and thinks about partying) and am able to finally have a meal without a colleague or a client and not having to get in fights with the valet to get my suit back. I’ll be in Roma on November 26, 27, 28 before returning to DC. I have asked everybody I know for some contacts in Roma but nobody got back to me (Jim M. pretends that it still is very closeted)… as if I was the only one hooking up with clergymen.
In the meantime, my ex-husband LL has been strengthening his friendster profile instead of blogging (a.k.a WHO IS THAT DAEVE GUY???). I am also a little pissed off as I noticed that I will miss many Holiday parties because of the state visit of mummy dearest scheduled for early/mid December.
FHC I still have 1/20 of the friends you do! He went to one of our alma maters and we bumped into him and "For Your Consideration" (which we recommend to your readers) yesterday.
Kisses,
Fed-Ex
Posted by: LL | Monday, November 20, 2006 at 02:53 PM
Daeve rules! And is hot.
Posted by: I'm Awesome | Tuesday, November 21, 2006 at 10:04 AM