On Friday night, after much kafuffle, I met up with one of Kara’s friends that lives in London (Hello Kara!!!). Paul and I had planned to meet just after 6 but, true to form, at 5.45pm the New York office decided that they needed me to join a conference call to explain for the 16,563,987th time the issues with integrity – blotter integrity that is – because we all know that us financial types don’t have any personal integrity 
. Anyway, Paul and I finally met at about 7 and had a few drinks and a lot of laughs (and yes, Kara, they were all at your expense!!! C’mon you’d be disappointed if we didn’t). Or at least that was until it I went up to the bar. Now I have always regarded myself as a very capable and independent young woman that can usually accomplish what she sets out to achieve without too much consternation. That was until I tried to order a rum and coke…. Seriously, the amount of questions that were fired at me regarding this seemingly simple drink was enough to confuse and overwhelm even the most self-assured person. I think the only question that I was able to answer with any confidence was “Is that a double?” “YES”!!!
Anyway, Paul and I have made plans to catch up when he is back from visiting Kara and I am really looking forward to it – and Kara, if you want me to keep all those deep, dark, dirty and embarrassing secrets, you will have to organise for the next payment to hit my account before Paul gets back – he he he
Anyway, my plans for tomorrow are to wake up, do a few domestic things and then head down to the gym for a few classes. There is a Sunday morning quartet at the gym that I did last week that I am keen to do again – Body Step, Pump, Spin rounded off by CFE (Collapse From Exhaustion). And then tomorrow night I am going to a concert with a couple of friends.
And it looks like I wont be celebrating the dirty thirty in a couple of weeks after all. Apparently I am only 27 and a half…….
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