Got my notorious grey travelling bag out and will pack tomorrow. (I have lived for months out of a well organized bag no bigger than a small gym bag....) Heading to New York Sunday for the week, returning here next Saturday. I will then repack the bag and go to London on Sunday, returning Tuesday.
It will be SO NICE to get to the land of mandatory air conditioning! (My Swiss friends are convinced that I will return with pneumonia or worse!) The weather shaman ("forecasters") cast their spells and "upgraded" their entrail reading -- I mean forecasts - you guessed it, hotter for as far as the eye can see. This is really only an issue due to the lack of AC, but that is a BIG issue.
It will also be nice to see friends. As SoBe is the honorary 6th borough of greater New York, one builds quite an impressive list of friends and acquaintences in the Big Apple. I will also be able to trade tall tales with my favorite bartender in NY, Michael at Splash ("Do you have a favorite bartender in every city," you ask. Such a silly question! How else does one ensure a well made martini and safe ice?)
Fun buying rocks by auction. Got a gorgeous pyargyrite (silver sulfosalt) for $51 (!) I was shocked, but I'm not sending it back! (I have seen several comparable over the years, but in the $450 - $750 range.) Bargains always put me in a good mood. It will soon reside in my trusty dust, fire and vibration-proof safety deposit box with other goodies while I trapse through the UK.
The official signing ceremony for the UK job will occur a week from Monday in London. Her Majesty has sent regrets, but everyone important will be there (I will be found afterward under the buffet table guzzling a decent champagne and otherwise misbehaving.) Never thought I would make this much money in my life, be interesting to see how Shrub takes it away from me... (The Republicans have been nibbling around the edges of the ex-pat tax benies, seems they found out that most ex-pats are Democrats in exile.)
Alexis has been under the weather in SoBe, so news has been sparse. It is an old joke that he has to avoid poisoners and other would-be assassins -- at least it was a joke, hmmmmm I had a bout of "bad ice" in London, actually I suspect a bad mussel (silly me, eating mussels in a non-R month, I must be suicidal from the heat!) As we have both survived our dances with death, we just end up with more tales to tell. Onward and upward!
As this is end of week, I must wish you a great weekend. Sunday, flying Swiss in business class. I believe I have observed this before, but I have never been afraid to repeat myself, Swiss in coach is really cattle car stuff, but they know how to do business class. Looking forward to it.