Veggie pun...

Got some jewels from my dear friend A. and I decided to share them with you.

Thursday shall be veggie pun day. If you do not know what a pun is, well of you go and look it up on your dictionnary...

Oh a friend, S. from Milan sent me a nice message. He did dream of me talking to hiim about God knows what, but I had blonde curly hair and a red head scarf on that made me look like an old noesy concierge.  Ought to check out a book defining the significance of dreams. For me it means that he wants me to come and visit him in Milan asap....let us go and check plane/train tickets

Grand Palais

Back to reality. Sven gone, lots of civilian clothed police doing random ID checks on the train platforms. Then off to check out Anselm  Kiefer 's Sternenfall at the Grand Palais. Sublime......

After culture, time for some sports since I missed yesterday's training. And oh boy, swimming is very ungrateful. Stop swimming for a couple of days and you feel it when you start again.....my body was aching, could hardly hold a constant pace.....I fear for the summer break.

Rumours goes around that pictures from the Physical party did the rounds yesterday evening at the pizzeria. It seems that I am seen dancing on the bar Coyote bar style with J. Oh my Lord......pity me.  

7 hours.

Slept for more than 7 hours in a row!!!! And i am still dead tired. Not much happening today except seeing Sven half grumpy for the first time as he could not get his thai soup.

At the end we managed to get to his Thai restaurant with A. & G. And honour to him the soup was delicious! Guess that I will be going there quite often when I feel for a thai. Thanks Sven! But could you send me some money so I would not need to pay, after all I did save you from going to the Blue Elephant.

Brunch O&F

Got invited to Spicynico's brunch. I made it !!!!!! I was allowed to peep into his select social world. Arrived there first and oh boy they do have the same problem as I do: Make three tons of food to ensure that you put on 4 kilos......and summer is supposetly round the corner.

Got to meet some of his friends and we had a Phillipe L. show. He introduced his new boyfriend to us. Spend the day chattering, but I was not really into it. Imagine a corpse slumbered on the sofa, moving just to get some food into his mouth or to utter a comment every 24 minutes. When I decided it was time to get home, as I still had lots of cleaning up to do and see what Sven was up to, Thomas decided to leave as well. I could sense (after the how to flirt in 2 minutes lessons I got yesterday at la loco by my team mates) that he was eyeing me up....so made a dash for the door and left quickly.....pfffiuuuuuu......

Home sweet home....finally I can go to sleep early.........and a lot. Ended up going with Sven out looking for a thai..which of course we could not find one open past 23.30. So it was back home via a small detour at la Fleche d'Or. So back to square one, and home by 2.30 am, stuffing ourselves and ending up in bed by 3.30........how horrid...is that what we might call the IGLA effect?

IGLA...the last day

My bum hurts like hell.....No it is not what you might think, it is the payback from playing a wee too many squash matches yesterday. In addition I am tired as hell, the wake up call was too early and the warm up was way way way too early. Anyway today was the big day since we were going to present our version of the pink flamingo and then at night our version of snow white at the physical party.

Competitions went as usual, did crap times as I wanted to do better and though I did collect a bookmark. Then came the preparations for the pink flamingo, other clubs presented their version, they were quite fun, though one was way too american oriented. After we finished the show (we closed the whole IGLA) we had to rush to la locomotive to prepare for the night's show.

La locomotive...that was something, booze and soft drinks were provided as well as food.....what do you think happened then? People start drinking and do their rehearsal bits, then drink again, get made up, rehearse again, drink more as it is getting too scorchio backstage, get dressed, repeat the last moves, drink more, and then have a huge drink before getting ready to enter the stage. Of course you have to make sure you do not stumble on those suicidal stairs leading to the stage and break your neck. The show went well,did some mistakes but I think I managed to cover up for them. Ended up being in my knickers on stage covered in glitter dust for the last part of the show.......aie aie aie

When the show was over......decided to drink a bit more and have fun.....thing thought thing done...bumped into Jonathan and his new beau, team mates, people I hosted for the dinner on saturday, ex-OOD and Stefan. He was overtly keen on me......I had to escape three times under the pretence of needing a drink.

All in all the day was fun but finally I can see forward to sleep more than 4 hours in a row....bliss...dream to be shatered as Hans asked me to wake him up by 8.00 am latest so he would not miss his plane.

Since when hosting people means you have to act as the concierge? 

IGLA....Squash hell

Silly me, registered for the squash tournament that was taking part on the TIP which coincided with the IGLA. I have not touched a raquet for ages and was I not surprised to see that the organisers did put me on the "Good players" category. Why oh why did I decide to play squash, the present athletes are far far far away from the beauties i could have admired in the swimming pool. OK there one a beautiful piece of cake amongs the squash randoms, but he was a volley ball player that happens to play from time to time squash.

I was dead tired too since I got very little sleep for the past 2 days (about 5 hours), woke up early to cook some food for the 30 guests I was supposed to host tonight...so I was not feeling fresh at all. Played and made it all the way to the quarters!!! Was very happy to loose my quarters match as I had to rush home and finish cooking for the hungry guests that would arrive soon. Guess I must have a made a slight impression on my squash team mates and on Stefan who decided to give me three lustful kisses on my mouth when I was leaving. I must have an effect on german men and again I did not realise he was flirting with me all day.....I just thought he was being nice and chatty........Need to fix my flirting radar.

 Back home, cooked what was left to do, R. and F. came in on time to help me and the guests did arrive. The whole thing went fine, they liked the food. Everyone had a good time (I think). Got to exercise my mingling and hosting skills. Hans did have a blast chatting loudly and laughing histerically. At the end I have to say I did thouroughly enjoyed the event. The whole party went to a crescendo when I started popping the bubbly bottles and they just got drunk like water. Sven and Paul arrived just when everyone left and the party continued on till the wee hours of the night. 

The wake up call at 7.00 to be at the swimming pool by 8.15 will be a harsh one. 

 

Ooooo...yes what happened, I guess you want the saucy details....well you had to be here if you wanted them.....just I got to know the "Arse", the "Atomizer", the "heavenly masseur" amongst others....

IGLA

Opening of the IGLA competition. Lots of swimmers, lots of things happening but since it is friday, Science prevails!!! We shall talk about sport science since we are very sporty, aren't we? Today the theme is gravity and action and reaction. As you all know, one of the principles of physics is for every action there is a reaction. We shall thus examine this important law in one of its applications in our current recurrent boring everyday life.

I dare not think how I look when I dive. Though he should have got a 10.00 for the splash he did when entering the water.....that is what I call "Faire son entrée".

I am scared and it is only the morning....

Got to pick up my guest yesterday. German guy called Hans. Nice enough, a practising jew who goes to the synagogue and swims in the synchronised swimming event. As we started talking got to know he was married, what he was doing jobwise etc.....we got later on joined by F.and his two aussie guests, A. (and his two guests), U.and his guest and B. and we got chatting, drinking and laughing till a bit late.

So this morning Hans woke up late. His teammates called me to enquire about his whereabouts. Once he left I got into his room to open the window and as his suit case was open what I saw was slightly disturbing: Condoms, lub galore, poppers and what seemed like an obscure leather item of clothing and on top of all that a Torah. Now, do not take me wrong, the guy is married, practises his religion, and adones in sex...fair enough. But I thought that coming to your host, discretion would be a minimum and not splaying your things on the open. In addition my classical view of religion is that sacred books are supposed to be placed as far apart as possible from heathen accessories that lead to the sinful consumption of flesh.

I fear for the second guest, or actually I might make sure he is around and not ending alone with Hans.....I can imagine already gory things better not to be put on this site.....HELP!!!!

Registration day

Registration for the IGLA opened today. Loads of people are expected to come and we are supposed to make them feel welcome. We, the helpers, got red t-shirts that were an instant hit, as all the yankees wanted to buy some. Tough luck, they were not for sale as they are only given to helpers, so we can recognise each other in order to just stand and chat for houuuuuurs.

So I got to welcome people who did request a hosted dinner. And this is were you can make your pickings, or to be more exact see who you are going to end up cooking for. In my case i could see all the ravishing gorgeous men ending up at the water-polo stand or at Luc's place whilst I ended up with "les thons" as the french saying goes. I was so gutted that when a ravishing walking testosterone air-wick popped by asking if he could join a hosted dinner. I in my flurry and shyness ended up giving him to someone else.

Got to get a few extras, like this swimmer who brought his mother and sister along (how sweet) and saved them from the lesbian hosted dinner where they surely would have been ripped appart.Spoke to him when I bumped into him again in the room, as he was asking if there any event set up for the evening, once mom and sis are put to bed.

Me : "Eeeer...I don't think so, but you ought to check out the bars in the Marais"

Him: " Good, what time should I go there?"

Me : " Around 22.00 should be fine, if the weather is nice you will see them all sprawling on the pavement" 

Him : "OK, thanks....Are you diabetic?"

Me: "Excuse me?" 

Him : "Are you diabetic?"

Moi "No, why is that?"

Him : "Cause I brought you something sweet"

Me: "Thank you! That is very nice of you? What is it?"

Him : "Do you want to know?"

Me : "Oh no, don't tell me I will get to see for myself on saturday"

Him : "If you want to know, I can tell you"

Me: "No, no, no leave it as a surprise"

Him : "OK, well see you around later on then"

Moi : "eerr..yes maybe, otherwise see you by the pool" and I dashed for cover! 

The US invasion

Only two days left before the big meeting. You could readily see the elation on the way training went along with Jean-Noël: It was utter chaos. People doing things on their side, others trying to learn to dive etc....this was not the best way to present the club to some americans that arrived early and popped to partake in the training. And oh boy, looking at just how they swim I can say we are doomed.

Then it was off to the pizza-dinner do. Got to speak to Ross (from Seattle Orcas)....nice chap who will just trounce us. Mmmmmm...ought to tell V. to add some rat poison to his coffee the days he is competiting, if we all do that to our guests, we surely should be able to win the IGLA cup. After all it is just as important to get to your aim as to choose the best way to achieve it.