OK... so another LOUSY PHOTO... Fuzzy from movement, lack of light and too much wine. It does however, show the New City Motel to it's full advantage (no sarcasm intended) and constitutes the final post on the events of my brithday... So after the rooftop party, we went to A's room (from left to right, you can see S, Z, G, A and M's leg) to celebrate with wine and to wait for M's arrival. (You will remember that we saw her plane pass while at the restaurant sometime just after 6pm). When it reached 10pm, we started to feel like we were in fact waiting for Godot. Finally A called someone to ask what had become of the 'sexy English teacher from Florida'... He was informed that she was on her way, but in fact, she had been left at the airport to her own devices without a contact number for 3 hours. Poor thing. I don't know what I would have done in her position... especially since all the people in Istanbul had been asking her if she wasn't out of her mind to be coming here.
2 comments:
Hey, you're b-day sounds fab. How great that everyone is getting along (so far) and hanging out. But how can Freudian bellringing happen with all those guards around? I guess they are on the perimetre...
BTW, I'm with C and want a photo of the shopping mall when you have a chance. It's great to get a look at your colleagues.
S in the UK
Um, I meant 'your' not 'you're'. I am *not* a victim of apostophe symdrome, grrr. S in the UK
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