Tonight my coworkers and I are leaving for the annual work meeting, which is held this time at a skiing station in the French Alps. The whole Paris office is joining as well, and we’ll be staying at a wonderful 100% all inclusive (read: open bar!!!) Club Med.
I’m totally excited: for the next few days I’ll combine two of my favourite activities: skiing and partying. Add the divine SPA of the hotel, which will allow me to relax after skiing and pre-party, the fact that Kevin has been bugging me about dancing together the whole time for the last two weeks or so, and I guess you’ll understand why I’m so motivated!
Weather forecasts announce three sunny days, while it has been snowing until yesterday night, so the snow will be great. A Champagne apéro is waiting for us tonight, I got legs and bikini line waxed yesterday, and I’m ready to go!
Oh, I totally forgot, I wrote about my tentative plans with the Sponsor in my last post: in April, we’ll hit the Haute Route from Chamonix (Mont Blanc) to Zermatt (Mont Rose) on mountaineering ski. We’ll try the hardest and most spectacular of the different paths that lead from Chamonix to Zermatt, crossing between three countries (France, Italy and Switzerland) and trekking through the best part of the Alps… That’s why I’m finally back to hard-core working out: over the last week I went running or hit the gym EVERY day for at least 50 minutes (and yes, I’m really really sore, but who cares?)
Now, I’ll go back to work in order to be ready to leave when the time comes tonight, but as soon as I’ll come back I promise to fill in with all that will happen at the seminary!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Not-so-girlie weekend
KS being out of town for the weekend, Maria and I had planned a great girls weekend: Saturday night at a classy wine bar and then dancing at ou favourite bar, sunday at noon meeting for the books market by the river, and, to end with some relax, an aftrnnon at the hammam followed by coffee at the nearby Starbucks.
This would have allowed us to have fun on Saturday night and to gossip on Sunday afternoon (and to discuss Maria eventual Saturday night crush).
That's why yesterday night at seven o'clock I was slapping on some mascara while my thoughts were fully concentrated on an important matter: was I going to wear my new 5inch tan leather boots, or the old 4inch black suede ones? As you all girls understand, the issue was pretty serious.
While making up my mind, however, my cell phone rang, and the display spelled Maria. Frowning I picked up: I wasn't even late!
Turned out, Maria was very very sick and asked me to take her to the hospital.
So I wore my tennis shoes (sniff), grab KS car keys and headed out calling KS to know where he had parked the car.
We made it to the hospital, and it turned out she had a stomach infection like, apparently, half of the city has in these days. The doc was kind and everything, gave her some pills and a prescription, andtold us she could go home for the night, so I took her back, prepared some veryvery light dinner, a tea for rehydratation, made sure she was going to be okay and left after her roommate got home.
When I got home it was around 1AM, I wiped off my make-up, made a mental note to cancel our hammam reservation and went straight to bed.
It was probably the weirdest girls night I ever had.
The good news is that I hit the gym yesterday and went running today for the first time since I ad my tendon accident. And I somehow managed to run 45 minutes, which usually corresponds (at my page) to 8km. Not great, but after 5 months without running or walking, not so bad even.
Now I'm pretty sore everywhere (that was another reason to go to the hammam: get a massage!!), so in order to forget pain I'll head to te books market on my own, I guess..
Oh, I have also some tentative plans for the spring, but I'll tell you next time...
This would have allowed us to have fun on Saturday night and to gossip on Sunday afternoon (and to discuss Maria eventual Saturday night crush).
That's why yesterday night at seven o'clock I was slapping on some mascara while my thoughts were fully concentrated on an important matter: was I going to wear my new 5inch tan leather boots, or the old 4inch black suede ones? As you all girls understand, the issue was pretty serious.
While making up my mind, however, my cell phone rang, and the display spelled Maria. Frowning I picked up: I wasn't even late!
Turned out, Maria was very very sick and asked me to take her to the hospital.
So I wore my tennis shoes (sniff), grab KS car keys and headed out calling KS to know where he had parked the car.
We made it to the hospital, and it turned out she had a stomach infection like, apparently, half of the city has in these days. The doc was kind and everything, gave her some pills and a prescription, andtold us she could go home for the night, so I took her back, prepared some veryvery light dinner, a tea for rehydratation, made sure she was going to be okay and left after her roommate got home.
When I got home it was around 1AM, I wiped off my make-up, made a mental note to cancel our hammam reservation and went straight to bed.
It was probably the weirdest girls night I ever had.
The good news is that I hit the gym yesterday and went running today for the first time since I ad my tendon accident. And I somehow managed to run 45 minutes, which usually corresponds (at my page) to 8km. Not great, but after 5 months without running or walking, not so bad even.
Now I'm pretty sore everywhere (that was another reason to go to the hammam: get a massage!!), so in order to forget pain I'll head to te books market on my own, I guess..
Oh, I have also some tentative plans for the spring, but I'll tell you next time...
Monday, January 14, 2008
Diet!!!
Last week, after going to a fried’s place for a conspicuous dinner, I stared at my own reflection in the mirror. I turned to see my profile, and it looked as if I was pregnant. Although I haven’t really put on extra-weight, I realize I have lost a lot of muscles, while I have gained a lot of belly and ass fat.
And, the company’s seminary, with SPA and swimming pool, is in two weeks, so I have finally started a salad and fruit diet. I know it’s extreme, but I also include a lot of home-made soups, and I’m only doing it for two weeks, so it’ll do.
What’s much more important is that I still cannot run, and I can hardly walk for more than 5 minutes, due to my Achill tendon which is ragged. This has been going on for 5 months now, and the consequent lack of running is the main cause of my body transformation. So I guess I need to stop being lazy, hitting the gym twice a week is evidently not enough, I need to go back to swimming 1,5 mile two-three times a week, and I need to do it urgently.
The only lucky thing is that I can ski without any problem: apparently ski boots are enough to sustain my ankle without forcing the tendon.
On Saturday morning we totally hit the sales, looking for suits, jeans and shirts for KS… I’m probably the only girl around here who didn’t buy a single thing for herself during the winter sales!!
The best thing of the week was that we went skiing on Sunday (yesterday). It has snowed all over last week, while yesterday it was sunny, and we really had a great day, going for some freeride in the woods (the only way to avoid risking an avalanche those days..) in the morning, and moving to regular slopes in the afternoon.
I know, I’m such a ski-addicted… Then again, when you grow up in the middle of the Alps like I did, I guess it gets under your skin, it’s something you cannot live without.
However, the loss of muscles I experienced deeply affects my skiing. As much as freeriding in the morning was okay, it was partly because KS isn’t used to it, so we took things easily. Besides, over the afternoon I grew more and more tired, in the end skiing not half as well as I could. Even worse, this morning I ache all over!!!!
So I cancelled lunch with Maria, my friend, to hit the gym.
Tomorrow night I’ll leave to go to Bretagne, for a three days job, and next weekend KS will be out of town.
Now this means Maria and I will totally hit the clubs, dance and so on…. Can’t wait for the weekend!!!!
And, the company’s seminary, with SPA and swimming pool, is in two weeks, so I have finally started a salad and fruit diet. I know it’s extreme, but I also include a lot of home-made soups, and I’m only doing it for two weeks, so it’ll do.
What’s much more important is that I still cannot run, and I can hardly walk for more than 5 minutes, due to my Achill tendon which is ragged. This has been going on for 5 months now, and the consequent lack of running is the main cause of my body transformation. So I guess I need to stop being lazy, hitting the gym twice a week is evidently not enough, I need to go back to swimming 1,5 mile two-three times a week, and I need to do it urgently.
The only lucky thing is that I can ski without any problem: apparently ski boots are enough to sustain my ankle without forcing the tendon.
On Saturday morning we totally hit the sales, looking for suits, jeans and shirts for KS… I’m probably the only girl around here who didn’t buy a single thing for herself during the winter sales!!
The best thing of the week was that we went skiing on Sunday (yesterday). It has snowed all over last week, while yesterday it was sunny, and we really had a great day, going for some freeride in the woods (the only way to avoid risking an avalanche those days..) in the morning, and moving to regular slopes in the afternoon.
I know, I’m such a ski-addicted… Then again, when you grow up in the middle of the Alps like I did, I guess it gets under your skin, it’s something you cannot live without.
However, the loss of muscles I experienced deeply affects my skiing. As much as freeriding in the morning was okay, it was partly because KS isn’t used to it, so we took things easily. Besides, over the afternoon I grew more and more tired, in the end skiing not half as well as I could. Even worse, this morning I ache all over!!!!
So I cancelled lunch with Maria, my friend, to hit the gym.
Tomorrow night I’ll leave to go to Bretagne, for a three days job, and next weekend KS will be out of town.
Now this means Maria and I will totally hit the clubs, dance and so on…. Can’t wait for the weekend!!!!
Monday, January 07, 2008
New Year's thoughts
When I left KS to go home to see my parents for Xmas, I didn’t know it would be a 12 hours journey. I had no clue I would travel in overcrowded trains, wait for hours in freezing cold stations for trains that had been cancelled. Seriously, 12 hours to do 600km? I could have flown to the USA in that time.
Anyway, I finally made it, and when I finally arrived I found out that the Panther had a bad flu, so I practically was in charge of the Christmas lunch (and I adored it!!).
The Sponsor took me some blood to make blood tests after Xmas, and as a result I am now on a no-fat diet: my cholesterol turned out to be pretty high, so no more desserts for me :-(
As soon as I came back to France, I got flu myself. I hardly managed to cook New Year’s Eve dinner (we had about 20 people), and then went to bed while everyone else was partying… sigh!
But between Xmas and New Years Eve, I went skiing for a couple days, and it was great! I did some mountaineering ski and some freeride, and I really did enjoy (bonus for Dad joining me for a mountaineering ski one day!!!)
In other news, the Parents are both applying strong pressure for me to go back to Italy on permanent basis. It is true I don’t manage to go home often anymore and everything, and I knew this would come sooner or later… And I have no clue about how I’ll deal with KS about this…
“Oh how I wish for soothing rain, all I wish is to dream again. My loving heart, lost in the dark, for hope I’d give my everything!”
Anyway, I finally made it, and when I finally arrived I found out that the Panther had a bad flu, so I practically was in charge of the Christmas lunch (and I adored it!!).
The Sponsor took me some blood to make blood tests after Xmas, and as a result I am now on a no-fat diet: my cholesterol turned out to be pretty high, so no more desserts for me :-(
As soon as I came back to France, I got flu myself. I hardly managed to cook New Year’s Eve dinner (we had about 20 people), and then went to bed while everyone else was partying… sigh!
But between Xmas and New Years Eve, I went skiing for a couple days, and it was great! I did some mountaineering ski and some freeride, and I really did enjoy (bonus for Dad joining me for a mountaineering ski one day!!!)
In other news, the Parents are both applying strong pressure for me to go back to Italy on permanent basis. It is true I don’t manage to go home often anymore and everything, and I knew this would come sooner or later… And I have no clue about how I’ll deal with KS about this…
“Oh how I wish for soothing rain, all I wish is to dream again. My loving heart, lost in the dark, for hope I’d give my everything!”
Monday, December 17, 2007
Rockin' Paris
Last Friday I got both my eyes operated, and now, glasses and contact lenses are gone, forever out of my life. I almost can’t believe it myself, but every morning I wake up and actually see the world, for the first time in a long time.
The operation was really painful, and halfway through it I thought I was not going to be able to resist ‘till the end, but I did and it was worth it!
I started wearing glasses at 10. At 12, almost 13, I switched to contacts, and practically never wore glasses unless at home in bed to read, until now. So I have been wearing contacts every single day over the last 12 years, and now I’m only afraid if I get tipsy at night I might try to take off unexisting contacts before going to bed (this would actually be very bad, since I must not touch my eyes for a few more days to allow full recovery). Seen from the outside, I have no signs, no scars, I just look normal. Wow!
Anyway, I’m in Paris again, and people, no depressions allowed this time, I’m going to ROCK! Tonight Kevin and D are taking me to some trendy club to dance, and I can’t stop listening to Timbaland’s “The way I are”.. I know, it’s almost too old this song, but France comes always a bit later if compared to the US about music… plus they made an hybrid version, with a French female singer and it’s waaaayyyy more dirty!! And okay, I am a nerd about dancing on this kind of tunes! And, although I’m more a kind of solo dancer, I remember how it is to dance with Kevin: spinning, spinning, and having half of the people look at the two of us! D and his girlfriend are also known to be good dancers, so I bet tonight will be good fun!
The only “stain” is that I cannot wear make up for a few more days and especially mascara is forbidden… Well I guess at least I’ll be able to throw myself into bed as soon as I step into my room instead of having to spend 15 minutes trying to wipe off all the staff on my eyes!!
I have to be ready in 20 minutes, the guys are picking me up at my hotel! I’m wearing 10 inch suede boots, a wrinkled black mini and my fave satin button down shirt (plus my beloved white coat)… Hope you too are having fun!!!
The operation was really painful, and halfway through it I thought I was not going to be able to resist ‘till the end, but I did and it was worth it!
I started wearing glasses at 10. At 12, almost 13, I switched to contacts, and practically never wore glasses unless at home in bed to read, until now. So I have been wearing contacts every single day over the last 12 years, and now I’m only afraid if I get tipsy at night I might try to take off unexisting contacts before going to bed (this would actually be very bad, since I must not touch my eyes for a few more days to allow full recovery). Seen from the outside, I have no signs, no scars, I just look normal. Wow!
Anyway, I’m in Paris again, and people, no depressions allowed this time, I’m going to ROCK! Tonight Kevin and D are taking me to some trendy club to dance, and I can’t stop listening to Timbaland’s “The way I are”.. I know, it’s almost too old this song, but France comes always a bit later if compared to the US about music… plus they made an hybrid version, with a French female singer and it’s waaaayyyy more dirty!! And okay, I am a nerd about dancing on this kind of tunes! And, although I’m more a kind of solo dancer, I remember how it is to dance with Kevin: spinning, spinning, and having half of the people look at the two of us! D and his girlfriend are also known to be good dancers, so I bet tonight will be good fun!
The only “stain” is that I cannot wear make up for a few more days and especially mascara is forbidden… Well I guess at least I’ll be able to throw myself into bed as soon as I step into my room instead of having to spend 15 minutes trying to wipe off all the staff on my eyes!!
I have to be ready in 20 minutes, the guys are picking me up at my hotel! I’m wearing 10 inch suede boots, a wrinkled black mini and my fave satin button down shirt (plus my beloved white coat)… Hope you too are having fun!!!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Paris, brand new eyes
It’s been almost two weeks since I last wrote, I know. Not much happened, and at the same time I suffer more and more from my limping, which causes little going out, little glamour life, and little interesting things to tell!
Anyway, tomorrow morning I’m going to Paris for a few days. Now Paris, as most of big cities, is even more beautiful before Christmas, and Kevin and D (another friend from the Paris office) promised to take me out at night, so I won’t suffer of loneliness ;-)
Of course I am already thinking about the outfits I’ll bring with me: working and partying in Paris both need high profile clothes. I’ll surely leave wearing my white cashmere/fake fur coat, and beige suede 4 inch heels boots. And then, I guess I’ll have a few skirt tailleurs for the day, and a jean and a black mini for nights, with two tops. Et voilà, the bag is ready!
If only I could ditch work for the rest of the afternoon and go to the hairdresser!
I know, you think I’m making too much of a big deal. It’s not like I have any expectation besides sharing a drink with friends. It’s more about me always feeling out of place in Paris. As much as in most of places people notice me (well, men do), in Paris I’m just a chick like many others, unless I really do my best.
In Paris, somehow, it’s more about elegance and coolness than about beauty.
In Paris, I still feel the nerd I was in tenth grade. The nerd that, deep under the surface, still lives in me!
The nerd that will wear horrible glasses.
Yes, I am a contact lenses addict, I wear them when I wake up and throw them away when I go to bed at night. This has been going on since I was 13 and I first tried them, and I never wear glasses anymore, because I cannot see very well with them, and they make me look horrible.
Anyway, this will soon be over: on Friday I’ll have both my eyes operated, and by Saturday morning my myopia will be gone. Over. Finito. I’ll finally throw away glasses, lenses and everything. The only downside (besides the 3,000 Euros I’ll have to pay for it) is that between Tuesday night and the operation I cannot wear lenses, so I’ll have to hang around wearing my nerdy glasses. Poor me.
Anyway, tomorrow morning I’m going to Paris for a few days. Now Paris, as most of big cities, is even more beautiful before Christmas, and Kevin and D (another friend from the Paris office) promised to take me out at night, so I won’t suffer of loneliness ;-)
Of course I am already thinking about the outfits I’ll bring with me: working and partying in Paris both need high profile clothes. I’ll surely leave wearing my white cashmere/fake fur coat, and beige suede 4 inch heels boots. And then, I guess I’ll have a few skirt tailleurs for the day, and a jean and a black mini for nights, with two tops. Et voilà, the bag is ready!
If only I could ditch work for the rest of the afternoon and go to the hairdresser!
I know, you think I’m making too much of a big deal. It’s not like I have any expectation besides sharing a drink with friends. It’s more about me always feeling out of place in Paris. As much as in most of places people notice me (well, men do), in Paris I’m just a chick like many others, unless I really do my best.
In Paris, somehow, it’s more about elegance and coolness than about beauty.
In Paris, I still feel the nerd I was in tenth grade. The nerd that, deep under the surface, still lives in me!
The nerd that will wear horrible glasses.
Yes, I am a contact lenses addict, I wear them when I wake up and throw them away when I go to bed at night. This has been going on since I was 13 and I first tried them, and I never wear glasses anymore, because I cannot see very well with them, and they make me look horrible.
Anyway, this will soon be over: on Friday I’ll have both my eyes operated, and by Saturday morning my myopia will be gone. Over. Finito. I’ll finally throw away glasses, lenses and everything. The only downside (besides the 3,000 Euros I’ll have to pay for it) is that between Tuesday night and the operation I cannot wear lenses, so I’ll have to hang around wearing my nerdy glasses. Poor me.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Guess who's back?
I started this post yesterday, but than had to leave ‘cause I had an appointment for waxing in half an hour, and my legs (and bikini line) DID deserve it. By the way, although this is WAY TMI, I never got a Brazilian wax. I guess that this is mainly because:
1- I still haven’t worked the guts for it
2- I’m not sure I’d like to be as naked as my three years old niece
My Italian origins are probably dominant here, since after all, Andrea the Hunter, best and more successful “tombeur de femme” I ever met, told me himself he doesn’t like a Bwax on a girl.
Don’t think I’m a prude however. I love my body, and never feel ashamed of it. This also mean that I’m totally a topless sun-tanner (then again, I don’t like crowded beaches) and that I’m at ease in naked sauna, as long as people are decent enough not to stare too much (usually, those who stare are those who are not at ease with their own nakedness, by the way).
Anyway, let go the nakedness subject (but comment if you feel so), something funny happened today.
A few days ago, the winter staff event of my company was announced: we’re going to a club med in the Alps, for four days. You know how I feel about seminaries, I love them, I always have lots of fun and so on. And I am aware that this is also because there are little girls in this business, and I am one of the cutest. Trust me, it’s no big deal, I’m one of the young, I have a sexy accent, unless most of the others I’m not fat, and man, I do know how to dance.
However, I may have kissed a colleague in the past at a seminary, but I never went any further. And, I’m currently in a relationship and in love with my KS, so I’ll have fun, maybe flirt a little, drink a lot and that’s it.
This cleared out, yesterday Nico and a friend of him I’ve never met before, IMed me together.
We’ll call the friend Redhead, because, he has red hair (such a fantasy DDgirl…)
Nico&Redhead: “Hey cutie”
DDgirl “What’s up guys?”
R. “Hi I’m a friend of Nico…”
DD “Hi..”
R. “Nico talked me about you.. Can’t wait for the ski event!!!”
DD “Uh.. Okay…”
R. “You know I just joined the company, and I don’t know many people”
DD “Uh okay”
R. “So Nico told me you worked at the same company before”
DD “Yeah… What did he exactly tell you??”
R. “That you’re pretty hot”
(Okay guys, what the fuck? I don’t like when guys “sell you” to their male friends)
DD “Well, Nico usually shows interest in me only after at least three hours of drinking, so… He’s probably not reliable”
(I know I’ve been a bit hard, but again, what the fuck??)
R. “Hahah, you’re funny! Can’t wait to meet you”
N. “Hey DDgirl… seems we’ll finally ski together”
DD “Uh, yeah”
N. “And once more, we’ll party together”
DD “Okay.. look Nico, you know, I like the fact that in this company I can still walk in in the morning without being ashamed, and I’d like for both of us to keep this status… So please, we’ll party but don’t defy me in following you drinking, ok?”
N. “But it was fun!! And last time we did it, you were so funny!”
Now, if you didn’t read my blog at the time, you’ll find the whole thing over September 2006.
DD “True… And I still regret not having seen your face when you woke up alone at my place on the morning after!!”
N. “Yeah, it was ridiculous!!!”
So… Is it me or Nico is kind of sniffing the air around me again?
1- I still haven’t worked the guts for it
2- I’m not sure I’d like to be as naked as my three years old niece
My Italian origins are probably dominant here, since after all, Andrea the Hunter, best and more successful “tombeur de femme” I ever met, told me himself he doesn’t like a Bwax on a girl.
Don’t think I’m a prude however. I love my body, and never feel ashamed of it. This also mean that I’m totally a topless sun-tanner (then again, I don’t like crowded beaches) and that I’m at ease in naked sauna, as long as people are decent enough not to stare too much (usually, those who stare are those who are not at ease with their own nakedness, by the way).
Anyway, let go the nakedness subject (but comment if you feel so), something funny happened today.
A few days ago, the winter staff event of my company was announced: we’re going to a club med in the Alps, for four days. You know how I feel about seminaries, I love them, I always have lots of fun and so on. And I am aware that this is also because there are little girls in this business, and I am one of the cutest. Trust me, it’s no big deal, I’m one of the young, I have a sexy accent, unless most of the others I’m not fat, and man, I do know how to dance.
However, I may have kissed a colleague in the past at a seminary, but I never went any further. And, I’m currently in a relationship and in love with my KS, so I’ll have fun, maybe flirt a little, drink a lot and that’s it.
This cleared out, yesterday Nico and a friend of him I’ve never met before, IMed me together.
We’ll call the friend Redhead, because, he has red hair (such a fantasy DDgirl…)
Nico&Redhead: “Hey cutie”
DDgirl “What’s up guys?”
R. “Hi I’m a friend of Nico…”
DD “Hi..”
R. “Nico talked me about you.. Can’t wait for the ski event!!!”
DD “Uh.. Okay…”
R. “You know I just joined the company, and I don’t know many people”
DD “Uh okay”
R. “So Nico told me you worked at the same company before”
DD “Yeah… What did he exactly tell you??”
R. “That you’re pretty hot”
(Okay guys, what the fuck? I don’t like when guys “sell you” to their male friends)
DD “Well, Nico usually shows interest in me only after at least three hours of drinking, so… He’s probably not reliable”
(I know I’ve been a bit hard, but again, what the fuck??)
R. “Hahah, you’re funny! Can’t wait to meet you”
N. “Hey DDgirl… seems we’ll finally ski together”
DD “Uh, yeah”
N. “And once more, we’ll party together”
DD “Okay.. look Nico, you know, I like the fact that in this company I can still walk in in the morning without being ashamed, and I’d like for both of us to keep this status… So please, we’ll party but don’t defy me in following you drinking, ok?”
N. “But it was fun!! And last time we did it, you were so funny!”
Now, if you didn’t read my blog at the time, you’ll find the whole thing over September 2006.
DD “True… And I still regret not having seen your face when you woke up alone at my place on the morning after!!”
N. “Yeah, it was ridiculous!!!”
So… Is it me or Nico is kind of sniffing the air around me again?
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