Tatia
Katie and I had a visit from Tracy, a friend of mine from grad school, last week. She and her friend Rose stayed on our futon, and report that it was quite comfortable... so the many legions of you out there who are planning to sleep on the same futon in the coming months can take comfort in the fact that you won't be sleeping on a lumpy mattress.
Tracy and Rose came up with the ultimate cure for jet lag: they climbed Table Mountain on their very first morning in town. They smartly scheduled their arrival in Cape Town, after 24 hours on the plane, for late at night. They went to bed as soon as they got here, and then woke up nine hours later, they announced they would be scaling the hill. Katie and I just stared at them for awhile before we realized they were serious.
It seemed to work, though. There's something about being out in the sun that resets the body clock pretty well.
On Thursday night, Katie wasn't feeling well, so I took them out to a few local hangouts myself. At our second stop, we met and had a very long and interesting conversation with a person who said her name was Tatia. We strongly suspect that she was a he.
Pretty much everything out of Tatia's mouth made us laugh, whether it was true or not. We decided afterwards that her story of being a long-suffering model/actress who was off to Cuba in the fall to shoot a movie in which she was slated to play both Venus and Serena Williams was, in all likelihood, a total fabrication.
She also told us about a cocktail she had invented, called the Monroe. (Tatia had a handbag with Marilyn Monroe's face printed on it.) The Monroe was equal parts cognac and coconut liqueur. It's shaken, then served in a martini glass with some ice.
Hopefully, one of our loyal readers will be able to start a Monroe trend by ordering it at the swankiest bar in their neighborhood. Please report back to us if it actually tastes good.
Tracy and Rose came up with the ultimate cure for jet lag: they climbed Table Mountain on their very first morning in town. They smartly scheduled their arrival in Cape Town, after 24 hours on the plane, for late at night. They went to bed as soon as they got here, and then woke up nine hours later, they announced they would be scaling the hill. Katie and I just stared at them for awhile before we realized they were serious.
It seemed to work, though. There's something about being out in the sun that resets the body clock pretty well.
On Thursday night, Katie wasn't feeling well, so I took them out to a few local hangouts myself. At our second stop, we met and had a very long and interesting conversation with a person who said her name was Tatia. We strongly suspect that she was a he.
Pretty much everything out of Tatia's mouth made us laugh, whether it was true or not. We decided afterwards that her story of being a long-suffering model/actress who was off to Cuba in the fall to shoot a movie in which she was slated to play both Venus and Serena Williams was, in all likelihood, a total fabrication.
She also told us about a cocktail she had invented, called the Monroe. (Tatia had a handbag with Marilyn Monroe's face printed on it.) The Monroe was equal parts cognac and coconut liqueur. It's shaken, then served in a martini glass with some ice.
Hopefully, one of our loyal readers will be able to start a Monroe trend by ordering it at the swankiest bar in their neighborhood. Please report back to us if it actually tastes good.
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