Birds of a feather

I can't believe it is already Thanksgiving Day! Where has all the time gone?!? I can't even believe it's Thursday, never mind Thanksgiving!!!! So it's Turkey Day again, which is in theme with our subject of the day: Birds, or in this case Hens. Ah yes, I went away for a hen party last weekend (still think I'm recovering) and I must say it just always amazes me how different Anglo-Saxon culture is to the rest of Europe, or the world for that matter. I have been to other hen parties before, but it continues to amaze me what different people define as both "FUN" and "ACCEPTABLE". I am not a prude mind you, contrary to what those who don't know me too well may think. No, I like to have fun, but to go out before your wedding day, the day you will promise to be forever with the man you supposedly love, and then to proceed to embarrass yourself and kiss strange men because, well it's the last time you'll have the chance to do so, I don't know, but I just find it all a bit too strange. Of course this was not what was going on at our party. But exactly because this was not what we were doing while all the rest of the Hens were, well, shall we say enjoying there last night of freedom very openly, we sort of stood out like a sore thumb. It was almost as if we were from another plant, not just another country. Even our waitress felt pity for us and decided to help us have a "Proper" hen party by having the other Hens in the restaurant write tasks for poor little Rasha. While we appreciated her help, I can assure you that only half of the tasks got done, as the others were just too shocking for words (even though you could obviously see the other hens enjoying their tasks). But the funny thing is that while others may have thought that we were strange, and needed to be taught how to have fun, we were actually having a good time, just talking, laughing and dancing amongst ourselves. We had a really great weekend without any need to go embarrass ourselves, nor cheat on the groom-to-be, so why is it that we were looked upon as something strange and abnormal? Does this prove that birds of a feather really do flock together? And if so, does that mean that the Anglo-Birds really are different from the rest of the world? It's a scary thought, if you think of the implications, but let's not, and just think of turkey instead: Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Do you want to have a laugh?

You just won’t believe what happened to me this weekend! I have to say I had a very eventful weekend, and I don’t just mean going out and partying. No, no, a lot more interesting than that. Starting on Saturday, after having bored the Vodafone people to tears so they would give me the upgrade I wanted (the lovely store manager finally succumbed to my charm), I went for a bit of window shopping around Bayswater (one of my fav “talent scouting” places in London) and for some strange reason a cute young’un tried to chat me up. In the street! Just like that. Now, cute as he was (the twenty-somethings seem to be improving as of lately), he wasn’t really my type, a bit pale and way too skinny for my taste, but still it was so sweet to have someone just come and chat me up. On the street, just like that. In my old age it just doesn’t seem to happen as often as it used to, and in the middle of the street like that – how flattering. Well definitely more flattering than me tripping over the side walk at the feet of the cute guy, who just happened to be my type. In fact the reason I tripped over myself was because I was so intent staring at cute guy that I wasn’t looking where I was going. Silly girl that I am, I lost a great opportunity right there because instead of playing it up as he stopped to help me and ask how I was, I was so embarrassed I just jumped up, mumbled “thank you” and practically ran all the way home.
Ah, but the mis-adventures of little miss Lora do not end there, as on Sunday I was admired by a little perv. Oh yes, while walking to lunch up at Merkato some sicko tried to take a photo up my skirt. I just couldn’t believe it! Fortunately it was a sunny day, so when I saw this shadow come up behind me and slow down, I thought he just wanted to pass, so I move to the other side of the sidewalk and slowed down a bit to let him pass. Well his shadow also slowed down and moved to the other side, and I thought that was a bit strange, and since there wasn’t anyone else around and I didn’t want this guy to stay behind me, I stopped to let him pass. Just as I turned around I saw him bent over holding his phone under my skirt, or at least trying. I just stared at him and the embarrassed little sh*t crossed the road and took off. I mean seriously do men really get that much of a kick by looking up women’s skirts? That is just sooo pathetic! Actually that’s just sick.
Well there you go one and all: my adventures over the weekend. Hope I made you all laugh, as of course that is my main goal in life. Keep well and remember: The very purpose of our life is happiness; the very motion of our lives is toward happiness (His Holiness the Dalai Lama)

Si' e' L'ora

Hello one and all. Yes it is me and I have discovered the wonderful world of blog (you can all thank/strangle Madhu for having introduced me to it). Hopefully I can stay upbeat over the time in my blogs, but if I should falter and become a bit of a bore, rant and rave about this that or the other, then please feel free to bombard me with complaints - it's just nice too know you'll care! Love and hugs for now and hopefully see/hear from y'all soon.