Happy Memorial Day everybody!
I’d imagine most of you are at a BBQ on a beach or a rooftop somewhere. I hope you are face first in a big plate of pork, while simultaneously giving some thanks for all our fallen soldiers. It’s a great holiday that combines both remembrance and potato salad, with the welcoming first moments of summer. Shove over Thanksgiving … Memorial Day is the best.
I’m at JFK, headed out again. This time, I’m going to Dubai for a few days, followed by an 8 day trip to Georgia. Yep, Georgia. As in, the country – not the state. You know … the one right next to Azerbaijan? I’m going to do my utmost to take the giant Land Rover we’ve rented over that border … just for the passport stamp, naturally. I might steal a pebble too. Will keep you posted on that.
Apparently the roads in Georgia are a nightmare. Apparently my closet is woefully unprepared for my arrival in Dubai. Sleeves? What are those? This was the hardest packing experience I’ve ever encountered. As usual, it’s an adventure before I’ve even left the house!
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I didn’t have any images of Buddha drinking a Fanta. I don’t have any images of Georgia or Dubai, ’cause I’m still in JFK. So here are a few of some saltwater. I guess you could call it a little send off to the old site, and it seemed Memorial-Day-approrpiate. These were taken in Perdido Key Florida last week on a trip with my family. Now I’m takin’ off.
Ciao for now, kiddies. Assalamu alaikum!
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So, first comment from me on the new website, with a few tips. Take aspirins with you to Georgia, because you will, most likely, be nursing a daily hangover! They are very hospitable people, and if your experience is anything like mine, you will be invited on a daily basis to food and wine/spirits. That means a full spread, wine and vodka out of big glasses and constant speeches followed by toasts (I think ‘cheers’ was something like ‘gawamarjos’ in Georgian). My second tip, Georgians tend to ‘cheers’ a lot, but they don’t always drink right after the ‘cheers’, as a foreigner you will not know this and they will make use of your ignorance. You see, once you have taken a sip, you are expected to down your drink (and they don’t know about those tiny shot-glasses in this country, we are talking downing a normal glass here), and so if you make the mistake of taking that sip after every ‘cheers’ you will get very drunk, very quickly indeed, much to the hilarity of your hosts. The trick is to look at what the others do, if they just put the drink near their mouth but don’t drink, also don’t, it means the speech is not finished yet and more fake ‘cheers’ are still to come before the final real ‘cheers’. Only drink when you see your hosts downing their drinks (unless of course you want to get drunk very quickly, in which case downing at every cheers is appropriate). Finally enjoy the mountains, the people and keep a sharp eye out for drunk drivers (there are plenty of those as well).
We had a GREAT time. I love that country so much. I only got drunk that one night. Chris doesn’t drink all that much anymore and I love this, because I’m trying to drink less. But yeah … that’s exactly what happened that one night. Four shots of Grappa in a row. Ugh.
Miss you! How are you? Where are you? We need to catch up!
Hello! I’ve been reading your web site for a long time now and finally got the courage to go ahead and give you a shout out from
Houston Tx! Just wanted to mention keep up the fantastic work!
Hi Gertrude!
Thanks so much for reading my stuff. Really means a lot. Happy Fourth of july!