I've had a pretty bad day. Work is nuts because we're getting ready for this huge event at the French Ambassador's residence tomorrow evening. The event itself will be really fun, there will be dignitaries and members of Congress there and the residence is absolutely stunning, not to mention ginormous. It's just a lot of work. Add to that my boss' incredibly annoying habit of waiting to the last minute to do things that could have been done way in advance and you've got a surly Plan B. On top of work, I'm really bummed at the prospect of not seeing a lot or any of Paul in the next month, my ankle is still really bothering me, we unintentionally went to the Serbian Embassy instead of the Ambassador's residence, and it's beyond oppressively hot here in D.C.. It's just awful. Not as awful as my poor friend Heather's day.
She's been traveling internationally for work an enormous amount of time the last couple months. She was in Geneva last week, from there to Italy (that one was for fun), then from Italy she was headed to Mexico for more work. The Mexicans moved the meeting to next week so she was looking forward to getting back and spending this week in DC.
The gods are against her. I got these two text messages at 5 pm today:
1. "I'm back ok only kinda im n the us only prob is ive been locked in a plane since 2 on the tarmat we arent leaving until at least after 530 yes n the plane"
2. "stop the madness i just want off the plane hg"
So I called to chat her down off the ledge and turns out she flew out of Paris this morning at 1 am our time and hasn't stopped since. The poor thing. She should be landing any time now, but way out at Dulles which means she won't get home until close to 9. My day will never, ever be that bad.
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