Isn't it just so great when a stranger understands your conversation?!!?
Last night Mrs T and I were on the town again, doing a bit of make-up shopping (YAY!!) and I noticed a lady dressed top-to-toe in tiger skin! OMG! She looked horrendous, and I was sure to point it out very quickly to Mrs T of course. Just then, a guy who'd been staring at me thinking I hadn't noticed it, stopped walking and joined in our observation of the Tiger Lady. Then he said (in a very clear American accent: "So many people here look that way!"
OMG! OMG! OMG! I love, love, love New York accent! I had to smile at him even though he wasn't my type at all but, somewhere in the back of my mind he managed to open that door I've been trying to keep closed since last Christmas and the time Mr NY messed up my head.... This time I just walked away.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Mr Romance
A week ago Mrs T and I went shopping on rue d'Antibes in search of Christmas presents for The Boss. It was whilst admiring the Chocolate Window that a very strange old man with dirty -literally- long grey hair and aviators approached me and started speaking to me in French. I recognised a few words such as Coaffure -if that's even how you spell it, but basically means Hair, and some other words I cannot spell or pronounce... I did however, understand that he was saying my hair style was nice. So I smiled and thanked him trying to walk away, but he kept walking alongside me and saying stuff like ' My Cherry..' and I was absolutely freaked out!!
A few minutes later he approaced me again and this time in English, said: "I wish you a lot of romance in life." OMG! I was shocked, confused, scared and flattered at the same time! Here was this old person wishing me something so beautiful and he didn't even know me.
Three days later I was in the supermarket and saw the same old guy again. This time he wore leather trousers!! and his hair was clean. He was also with a woman, an old and leathery one (all women here look like that - too much sun exposure) with pin like legs, and they followed me through the store. Now, maybe it was just my imagination but the guy was everywhere I looked - and it's a big store!
The third time was just plain freaky! Mrs T and myself were out and about, purchasing Spanish vines for the festive season when the old man appeared again!!! This time, he didn't notice me, or at least I think so because I hid behind a mannequin outside a shop... He was wearing a very nice suede shirt - tres chic...
On the other hand, maybe he thought I was stalking him! After all, I did know what he wore and when, when he washed his hair and when he shopped with leathery lady friend.....
A few minutes later he approaced me again and this time in English, said: "I wish you a lot of romance in life." OMG! I was shocked, confused, scared and flattered at the same time! Here was this old person wishing me something so beautiful and he didn't even know me.
Three days later I was in the supermarket and saw the same old guy again. This time he wore leather trousers!! and his hair was clean. He was also with a woman, an old and leathery one (all women here look like that - too much sun exposure) with pin like legs, and they followed me through the store. Now, maybe it was just my imagination but the guy was everywhere I looked - and it's a big store!
The third time was just plain freaky! Mrs T and myself were out and about, purchasing Spanish vines for the festive season when the old man appeared again!!! This time, he didn't notice me, or at least I think so because I hid behind a mannequin outside a shop... He was wearing a very nice suede shirt - tres chic...
On the other hand, maybe he thought I was stalking him! After all, I did know what he wore and when, when he washed his hair and when he shopped with leathery lady friend.....
Friday, December 11, 2009
Prank call
During lunch today Mrs T and myself talked about funny pranks we played on people when kids - she threw moldy tomatoes and peaches out of the balcony onto the neighbors rooftops - neighbors called the police, she was scared to death and never to this day told her parents.
I on the other hand found such actions boring as a child. What I did find interesting though was prank calling. So one day a friend and I dialed a number off the top of our heads and it rang! What a feeling that was, incredible rush of adrenalin only a quite and shy child like me could experience - shameful! Anyhow, this old lady picked up the phone on the other end, and the conversation went something like this:
Me: Afternoon madame, I'm calling from a travel agency and would like to inform you that you have been selected as the winner of a holiday to America!
Old lady: Oh my, thank you. How did you find me?
Me: You were interviewed a few years ago on the street and we have now finally chosen you as the winner.
Old lady: Oh wow, I am so happy. Although I must say I do not recall ever being interviewed...
Me: Madame, you have won and all you have to do is give me your name now and take the number of the person who will give you the coupons.
After the poor old lady gave me her name and I gave her my mums work phone number i hung up and screamed in delight. Successful prank! On to the next one!
Fast forward a week and my mum comes home one evening and says: "The strangest thing happened today, this old lady called my work saying she'd won a holiday and she wants to claim it. I explained to her this could not have happened as we never give away holidays - we charge for them.....blah blah blah, I can't even remember what else she said but the look on her face told me that the look on my face was telling her something! And I was busted.
I on the other hand found such actions boring as a child. What I did find interesting though was prank calling. So one day a friend and I dialed a number off the top of our heads and it rang! What a feeling that was, incredible rush of adrenalin only a quite and shy child like me could experience - shameful! Anyhow, this old lady picked up the phone on the other end, and the conversation went something like this:
Me: Afternoon madame, I'm calling from a travel agency and would like to inform you that you have been selected as the winner of a holiday to America!
Old lady: Oh my, thank you. How did you find me?
Me: You were interviewed a few years ago on the street and we have now finally chosen you as the winner.
Old lady: Oh wow, I am so happy. Although I must say I do not recall ever being interviewed...
Me: Madame, you have won and all you have to do is give me your name now and take the number of the person who will give you the coupons.
After the poor old lady gave me her name and I gave her my mums work phone number i hung up and screamed in delight. Successful prank! On to the next one!
Fast forward a week and my mum comes home one evening and says: "The strangest thing happened today, this old lady called my work saying she'd won a holiday and she wants to claim it. I explained to her this could not have happened as we never give away holidays - we charge for them.....blah blah blah, I can't even remember what else she said but the look on her face told me that the look on my face was telling her something! And I was busted.
Miss D
Just a quick update - Miss D and I are best friends - like the bestest friends in the whole world and we always tell each other ' i love you' and now people think we're in a relationship!!! Freaky! We're just not afraid to show our feelings!! :D I love you Miss D!!!!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Things that go bump in the dark...
So, last night after finishing a very long Skype chat with Miss D at 2am, I finally got into bed. Now, most nights I just turn off the light and convince my brain to hibernate for a few hours but not last night.
First I just had to read another chapter of that inspiring book about a witch, then replay the day's events -which weren't so great - and argue with self that I am right, then thought about randomest things ever and by the time I knew it, it was 5am!! 5am!!!
Panicked as I was to fall asleep asap, I heard a sound outside my ground floor -one-whole-side-in-windows-floor-to-ceiling - room and saw a moving light behind the curtain. OMG!!! Got so scared that I actually could not move. So as I lay there unmoving and not breathing, and all the while imagining all possible escape plans and routes, I noticed the moving light again! But it wasn't moving! Its was blinking. A new panic and fear washed over me... I imagined the intruder would charge through my window, shattered glass making a fierce noise, while I perform a karate-like move jumping out out of my bed and running through the door. Or, I could perform the same karate move and run for the bathroom at the same time pressing the blinds-up button and opening the window (small problem is that I really don't like walking barefoot outside).....
Alas none of it happened. The blinking light turned out to be my a/c and the sound outside my window was just a dry leaf of a palm tree scraping against the window. Phew!
In the end, had to congratulate self on extremely wild imagination and the ability to think clearly in an emergency. My escape routes were all valid and had this been a real situation I believe the intruder would have been disappointed.
Note to self: Must tell gardener to remove the scary plant.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
It has come to this....
So.... I finally find myself on a blogger's page - my own this time - with so much I'd like to express but not really knowing where to start. Maybe I should just get to the point - I am utterly bored in this paradise called Cannes, Cote d'Azur.
Don't get me wrong, this place is beautiful and polished and has that glamorous feel that so many people would kill to visit but essentially, life here sucks. And I'll tell you why! First off, the population of this small sea-side town is mostly elderly - I'm talking 70+ years of age.
Second, there is nothing to be done except walk down two main streets and just gaze longingly at the over-priced designer stuff that we all want of course, but cannot afford.
Third, this is France so everybody speaks French. That's everybody except me - must admit I really don't like the language that much. I can't figure out when a new word or sentence starts, and when they are being nice to me and when not.
Number four on my list has to be the exclusive area of the town I'm currently staying in - it's a ghost town! Trust me, I have walked enough evenings down the road and felt so scared that in stead of going into town have walked right back home.
And number five - I have no friends here - none!! I mean, you can imagine, me having grown up in a capital and then moving to an even bigger capital, I am really not one for this small french speaking - old people -town! Question: how does one English speaker make friends when they rarely leave the house?
On the plus side though, the weather is marvelous most of the time and my winter wardrobe consists of a trench coat and a flashy new Givenchy blazer...
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