Saturday Night Fever

Hi Murz...just me...just got in...can't get hold of you because - well...third world shit phone lines...(he he) and the fact I think you are in church. (Honestly...I think you really are...not in the way I always say "Oh-shit-don't-let-me-sleep-in-and-miss-church-tomorrow" dripping-in-sarcasm-way - but in the "you-are-in-Uganda-and-you-really-really-are-going-to-church-this-Sunday-morning" way) I hope your day is good so far...I know how hard it all is on you...and just want you to be okay.

Anyways - I have just returned home from the bar (yes...altruistic me as well) with Miss Gillian and The Broker. Lovely time really...both are big fans of yours. Good time all in all...learned lots...mostly that I'm not as strange or neurotic as I might think...oh - and a bit of info from each...namely:

Broker: "You Ginger are tall with long blonde flowy hair and blue eyes. You look like an American Eagle model." At which point - I do not know whether to be flattered or offended. It sounds like a fancy way of saying "plain." UGH. (at which point he called Miss Gillian "exotic-looking." I'm so boring! HELP!!!)

Gillian: I love Parkes. You should marry him. In South Africa. I'd so come to that. (looking all exotic no doubt.)

So you see...everything is just how it should be.Me the plain-American-pie (ugh - I am so not-American)-looking-girl-next-door getting married in Durban. Now that would make an excellent AE spread.

Good luck in church - avoid all lightening bolts...and say a quick prayer (or 12) for me.

Ta.

~G