It’s certainly beginning to feel a lot like Christmas here. Do’s, do’s, do’s. I had three parties in one day, a luncheon, afternoon tea, and a posh dinner. I confess; I only changed twice.
I trained it up to London to meet JDavid to go to the party at the American Embassy on Tuesday night. The tube from Waterloo to Bond Street was mobbed. Actually, London was packed. I was a bit worried about finding David in the undulating mass of commuters, but it worked out okay. Mobiles do serve a purpose.
I was really sort of glad that I got up to the city at the holidays. London is really pretty at night with all the decorations, almost as nice as New York.
The Embassy looked really pretty too, especially after we got through the queue outside and made it into Security, where it was warm. Security was stringent this year; they made me take off my watch to go through the metal detector and hand searched my purse.
The party was great: fantastic food, fabulous wine, and friendly Americans. I met a couple from Philly. David expected a concise biography of every former US Ambassador whose portrait was hanging in the Great Hall. The only one I even recognized was Joe Kennedy. After the party we strolled Bond Street before stopping for a nice meal. Then it was on to Waterloo and our train home.
The Sam Beare Fundraising Team had a luncheon at Anne’s house on Friday. Somehow I had committed myself to making Wedding Soup – for 25 people. I slotted the time to cook it for Thursday night, after my shift at Sam.
I was busily rolling teeny weeny meatballs when the phone rang. It was Adrianna, saying she’d pick me up at 7:45 for Book Club.
“Is that tonight?” I whinged. “I put it on my calendar for next Thursday.” Another Jeano moment. I had struggled through the damned book – ‘Reuben Sachs’ – absolutely detesting it, and I wanted to hear what the rest of the group had to say. At some event or other at Syn, I’d mentioned to someone how much I disliked it. His reply was “Well, it’s a very English book and you’re a foreigner…”
However, the wedding soup prevailed and I missed the (possibly) scintillating discussion on Reuben. I believe they compared it to ‘Daniel Deronda’. Gee, I didn’t read that one either.
But on a Facebook test that’s going around, I’ve read 92 out of 100 ‘classics’. So it must be them, not me. And I’ve traveled to 43% of the world. And I’m the sixth hugged person among all my friends. Facebook is insidious.
But I have to give Facebook a Like!. I found a long lost friend. I’d emailed all my Incollingo cousins in Colli asking if they knew a cousin of mine who’d moved back to Colli from Philly in the early ‘70’s. We’d been best friends, but these things happen, and you lose touch.
I got a lovely message from a young man. After I translated it, he’d said he was Maria’s son and yes, she remembered me and was dying to talk to me. He provided her phone number and I immediately rang her.
We talked for two hours! Her English is a little rusty, but we managed. She was most impressed by the saga of my Italian citizenship. Anyway, she invited me to Colli for Christmas, but I’m going to Israel, of course. What better place to spend Christmas? But I didn’t have anything special planned yet for Easter, so I’m going to Colli to stay with mia cugina Maria!
And a real big Like! to the Dog Murderer this week. I love that he beat the ‘Boys in the House that Jerry Built and that the Eagles are in first place in the NFC East. Did you know that he’s leading all NFL players in the voting for the Pro Bowl? I read on Fox Sports that his kids really want a dog for Christmas, but he’s banned from ever owning one again. Come on. Favre sexted pictures of his willy to women. Is he banned from owning a mobile? Somebody with time on their hands (the ones who post every stupid thing that crosses their little minds) should start a campaign on FB to get the poor little Vick children a puppy.
Does anybody know? Is Favre … like … you know… circumcised?