Last night, we had dinner with my friend Bea. The evening started off very odd. I spotted Bea and Ben having drinks at the bar in our favorite hangout, Wasabi Bistro. I gave Bea and big hug, as I hadn't seen her in a year (she lives in London). She immediately asked: "Where is Tim?" I was like: "What? Well, I didn't think he was invited." She looked at me funny and said: "Well, it WAS a 1-month late WEDDING CELEBRATION, wasn't it? Details, details.
This all came about because 4 days before our wedding, Bea, who already had her plane ticket, a dress, matching shoes and shawl for the said wedding, fell down the stairs and fractured her foot. She tried to convince her doctor to still let her go on her transatlantic flight, but he just wouldn't budge, claiming her foot was too swollen and she'd probably get a blood clot on the plane. Details, details. So her trip was postponed until her foot got better and she was off her crutches. And that's how the 1-month late wedding celebration dinner came about. Now if I had only realized I was supposed to invite my husband...
Anyhow, we caught up on the past year, drank sake (well, whatever was left after Ben shamelessly gulped most of it), and just chatted for a long time. Nadja joined us an hour later. At some point, Ben and I were just listening. All of a sudden, I heard a sorta buzzing sound, and then smelled something weird. Like burning hair. I turned to Ben, who looked at me in disbelief, and then said: "I just burned my hair." Ben was like: "Yeah, I know. I can smell it." fortunately I have a lot of it, so I'm doing fine.
Diesel joined us later that evening. Thank God, cuz I had enough of people telling me it was OUR wedding celebration.
