touching nothing is all I ever do
Aug. 30th, 2012 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanHad a little extra time at work last night and caught up on as much Tumblr as anyone can (do any of you keep totally up to date on your friendslists? Because I follow 67(!?) blogs and am never better than half caught up.) But I had to stop when I got to Monday because the hugely talented reapersun spawned Red Pants Monday, devoted to art of John's red Y-fronts, and this past couple weeks have been particularly racy. (And an angsty bonus with accompanying new Mumford&Sons single that only made the post-Reichenbach feels worse.)
In returning to the US news, it's going to be monstrously expensive to export our cats from the UAE. The American veterinary clinic quoted us almost $3,000 - we'll see if the Brits can do better. But for serious, their rabies shots are current, we already bought travel crates; all they need is some paperwork, a health certificate and a ticket for a cargo ride (airlines don't allow any animals except falcons in the cabin in the Middle East). Yeesh.
Since the worst of summer's blazing heat and stifling humidity seem to have broken, our coworkers have begun fattening up the office for the coming winter, I guess, because today's food treats were doughnuts from not one but TWO establishments: Krispy Kreme, and only marginally healthier baked doughnuts from a new shop. I had a hole from the former and half of a sugary doughnut from other and pretended that didn't add up to enough calories to make a difference in the universe. Shhhh.
Two videos making me smile: Gangnam Style, a kicky bit of K-pop that is surprisingly subversive, andabsolutedestiny's Ballroom Blitz songvid to the original Ghostbusters movie. The bridge you guys, Ray's little face.
Day 5: View from the hallway in front of our room at Le Méridien.
We arrived at the hotel from the airport just after midnight and the only nearby restaurant open at that hour was that TGIFriday's on the right. I was stoked - recognizable food after nearly 30 hours of plane fare, and a celebratory margarita! The menu looked nearly identical to its American brethren, including the entire fruity drinks section - but not only was my drink non-alcoholic, they tried to compensate for it with sugar. What I've learned since then is the only licensed restaurants are located inside hotels (presumably because laborers can't afford to eat, and therefore drink, there), and that even tourists technically need to have a personal liquor license (more accurately an "I'm not a Muslim" card) to drink. Except no bartender is going to ask you for it - but you'd better have it if you get drunk enough to cause a problem.
In returning to the US news, it's going to be monstrously expensive to export our cats from the UAE. The American veterinary clinic quoted us almost $3,000 - we'll see if the Brits can do better. But for serious, their rabies shots are current, we already bought travel crates; all they need is some paperwork, a health certificate and a ticket for a cargo ride (airlines don't allow any animals except falcons in the cabin in the Middle East). Yeesh.
Since the worst of summer's blazing heat and stifling humidity seem to have broken, our coworkers have begun fattening up the office for the coming winter, I guess, because today's food treats were doughnuts from not one but TWO establishments: Krispy Kreme, and only marginally healthier baked doughnuts from a new shop. I had a hole from the former and half of a sugary doughnut from other and pretended that didn't add up to enough calories to make a difference in the universe. Shhhh.
Two videos making me smile: Gangnam Style, a kicky bit of K-pop that is surprisingly subversive, and
absolutedestiny's Ballroom Blitz songvid to the original Ghostbusters movie. The bridge you guys, Ray's little face.Day 5: View from the hallway in front of our room at Le Méridien.
We arrived at the hotel from the airport just after midnight and the only nearby restaurant open at that hour was that TGIFriday's on the right. I was stoked - recognizable food after nearly 30 hours of plane fare, and a celebratory margarita! The menu looked nearly identical to its American brethren, including the entire fruity drinks section - but not only was my drink non-alcoholic, they tried to compensate for it with sugar. What I've learned since then is the only licensed restaurants are located inside hotels (presumably because laborers can't afford to eat, and therefore drink, there), and that even tourists technically need to have a personal liquor license (more accurately an "I'm not a Muslim" card) to drink. Except no bartender is going to ask you for it - but you'd better have it if you get drunk enough to cause a problem.
