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May 17, 2006
Serendipitously Yours
It's a little mixed bag from me today because...
...although my body clock has readjusted to Central European Time since my arrival back in the Netherlands yesterday morning, therefore six hours later than Eastern Standard Time, my brain is still somewhere in between zones over the Atlantic Ocean.
I'm happy to report, though, that my trip was amazingly free of either transport strikes, or tram redevelopment issues, or standby tickets, or any major disaster, and I got to hang with our Lovely Lani and the fabulous Stephanie Lehmann. Plus I got to eat real American burgers. Lots of. But I did get searched quite, um, thoroughly by a female officer at Amsterdam's Schiphol airport on the way out of the Netherlands. When I say thoroughly, it wasn't an actual strip search, it was a pat down search. In public. And WOW did that rep get her hands everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. I blushed, and I don't do that much these days. I've come to the conclusion that I obviously look like some kind of dangerous hardened criminal, or drug smuggler, or similar :-)
Anyway, back to those serendipitously hit-and-miss thoughts...
Dutch Adverts Revisited
So, a little while ago today (about a half hour ago at 6.15pm - I checked) there was this sexy advert on TV. It featured a really hot couple having really hot sex, and although their sensitive bits were covered with a sheet, they were really going for it with all the appropriate groans, moans and, well, you know the score. I thought it was another of those condom adverts, but I couldn't be more wrong. Because after they both experienced completely wild orgasms, they got out of bed, did a lot of heavy we-had-such-hot-athletic-sex-we're-totally-exhausted breathing, then headed for the refrigerator. And then they tucked into their favorite yoghurt, because apparently it is great for energy and stamina. It's on my list for my next visit to the supermarket. Well, wouldn't YOU buy that yoghurt?
The Airplane Thing
Although I had no problems this time around (she says, knocking on wood just in case), something a bit nasty, indeed, happened on my flight back to the Netherlands. I was sitting in the mid section of the penultimate row of the plane. The guy next to me across the aisle very innocently put his seat back to have a nap (it was the redeye, after all) and the guy behind him in the last row straight away growled very, very loudly and obnoxiously, "Put your seat back up immediately. I have no room back here." Well, it is true that economy seating is limited in space, and it is also true that the seats in the last row of the plane do not have a reclining facility, but that was just rude. Anyway, the poor embarrassed guy in front of Obnoxious Guy just put his seat back in the upright position after apologizing. The thing is, the plane was not full. Why couldn't Obnoxious Guy just relocate his nasty self to an empty row, or something, therefore he, too, would have a reclining seat! I guess that would just have been too easy...
The Weather
Farenheit and Celcius. Having moved around quite a bit I discovered that different countries report the weather using different systems of measurement, so I when I listen to a weather report I can never bloody well work out if 32 degrees is hot or cold or whatnot. In Farenheit, water freezes at 32 degrees, but boils at 212 degrees. In Celcius water freezes at 0 degrees and boils at 100 degrees. Now if only I can remember which scale I am supposed to be doing at the moment...
Weight
Another result of having moved around so much is that just when I have gotten used to stones, I have to switch to pounds, and then just when I have got used to pounds, I then have to switch to kilos. One stone equals 16 pounds. One kilo equals 2.2 pounds. Go figure! Except I DO like kilos the best because when you get on the scales the number is always smaller...
Michelle, who also prefers miles to kilometers, because a mile is longer than a kilometer, therefore when I see a sign telling me I only have 5 miles to go, it somehow feels better than its 8 kilometer counterpart
Posted by Michelle at 11:33 AM | Comments (4)
Comments
Not to be a pain in the butt wanna-be know-it-all, but doesn't a stone weigh 14 pounds? Because if it's 16, I'm in more trouble than I thought...
Posted by: Christina at May 17, 2006 4:22 PM
OMG, Christina, you are so totally right! A stone IS 14 pounds!! LOL, see how easily I get confused from country to country? I think I got sidetracked by 16 ounces in a pound (let's just stay away from the equivalent grammes thing per kilo because that stuff is too much for me). BTW, a dozen eggs here in the Netherlands is 10 rather than the 12 I thought was a dozen...
Michelle :-)
Posted by: Michelle C at May 17, 2006 4:59 PM
Michelle, it was so fun to see you and get lost on the freeway and of course have an excuse to take New Jersey transit. Thanks so much to you and Lani for hiking in the dark on sidewalkless streets to find the bus stop in the middle of nowhere. I did make it back to the Port Authority, but Zaro's was closed so no Danish...
Posted by: Stephanie Lehmann at May 18, 2006 11:51 AM
LOL, I nearly mentioned the Stephanie and Michelle Road Trip (otherwise known as How To Get Lost), and then The Stephanie, Lani and Michelle trek (otherwise known as A Walk In The Dark).
Stephanie - it was so lovely to see you, too!
Meesheroo :-)
Posted by: Michelle C at May 18, 2006 2:59 PM
