WTF. No wonder my vocabulary is going to hell. I think I am going to start referring to myself as "Mischief Monger". I like that one. 'Hel-lo, my name is Desert Girl, Mischief-Monger and demi-Godess" (you have to do it with an accent and a head bob).
So I made the appointment with T&G for 3:00 pm on July (a week from now - no specific date just incase I have stalkers - AS IF!). Same day I called, girl calls me back at 3:30 pm, "Miss Desert Girl, why didn't you come in for your 3:00 appointment?" Uh oh.... Hope they're more professional with the hair.
I had a rather uneventful weekend. I took Butterfly and Wife-of-Petard (gotta think of a better nickname for her) to Sakura and Mubarakia. I think Butterfly is shell-shocked. She hasn't been here very long and she's still in that "Holy shit - what the Hell have I done???" frame of mind. Ok girl, when I got here, there were very few Westerners here; I had no girlfriends to call; and I was stuck in a downtown hotel where there were no women and lots of creepy men, on the 17th floor, woken by the sounds of roosters crowing on a nearby balcony. I freaked out. You can do it - baby steps.
Anyhoo, I think/hope they both liked Mubarakia. I had fun just seeing their reactions. Tee hee.