All talk and no trousers

I know you missed my posts, that’s why I’m getting up to date after this past month of silence.


We’re receiving the visit of my mother and her husband.

My kidneys and liver are starting to prepare for the two days marathon, because as they live in Dubai and try with all their might to behave as proper immigrants (doing as many things as possible equal to the inhabitants of the United Arab Emirates… all except converting to Islamism), drinking is one of their deficiencies when they’re residing abroad and every time they step onto America, the phrase “working it up-to-date” doesn’t even begin to cover it.

My mom loves fruity champagne, my husband prefers a Malbec over any other wine, I’m a Bellini drinker and my mother’s husband always takes beer… so, in the intent of not to sound too alcoholic, we all love a drink, served at the proper moment and in the correct amount.. and a bit more. Beer, Rosé and Malbec run like wild into our meetings.

We would probably take turns when driving, because I cannot be a permanent designated driver (even though I’m the only one with a licence).

Food is another important matter, because one of the benefits of living in the Big Apple is options baby! In the two days “epic” visit, as I like to refer to the sporadical but advantageous holiday, we like to touch as many cultures as possible… Argentinean, Mexican, Indian… Pizza.

My gall bladder is shinning in its absence, but I still have all my other organs, prepared and ready to step-up and fight over indigestion and inebriety.

I would probably add some Ranitidine to my diet (the perks of being a member of a pharmaceutical expert family is that you know what to take without having to go to the doctor… and no, pharmaceutical doesn’t mean “drug-ceutical”) and lots of water too…

Don’t look so surprised!

I mean, it’s not like I’m an irresponsible twenty-six year old gal!

One tiny, little, drinking weekend never killed anyone.... one or two neurons at the most!

Regards from your love-aholic (at whom her husband is laughing right now because her bad-ass attitude always ends with the first drink… All talk and no trousers! Softy!)