Happy Birthday Welli - and thanks for the extra day's holiday.
This weekend we will be honouring our favourite city with a dinner party (tonight), brunch (Saturday morning), a 50th birthday party (tomorrow night) and a BBQ for friends at ours on Sunday night.
Oh and a friend from school days who's flying over from Oz for the 50th is also staying with us on Saturday night.
In between, I need to find some time to finish a couple of stories and start another one.
I'm going to try my hardest to stick to the dry January thing, but whether it's with a wine or a juice, I will be sure to toast the coolest little capital in the world this weekend.
I am so late to this party, even the hard-core drunks have gone home.
But holy mother of God, the first series of Serial, the podcast from the creators of This American Life, is outstanding. I've been reading overseas bloggers bang on and on about it for more then a year. And now I have finally caught up.
The best thing? There's a whole other series after this one.
Today, at the part-time copywriting gig, I spent a couple of hours with the beauty/product expert familiarising myself with the company's range and trying out all sorts of cleansers, serums, lipsticks and powders.
The Animator has bid adieu to The Thunderbirds for a few months to work on a film featuring a very cool Hollywood actress (click here) which is being shot in Welli. He is hoping for sightings. That's when he's not working 14 hour days, that is. We hardly ever see him anymore.
I, meanwhile, have started a new part-time copywriting contract at a super cool natural skincare and cosmetics company based not too far from my house (a 10 minute walk, in fact). It's the most fragrant place I've ever worked.
I predict we will both sleep most of this weekend.
Here for your viewing pleasure, and because I need something beautiful to rest my eyes upon, are these furry beauties.
I'm not an alcoholic or anything (although sometimes I like G&Ts and a good red more than is possibly advisable) BUT I have decided to have a dry January.
So far it's going okay - although I went to friends' for dinner on Wednesday night and while the three boys ripped into the good bubbly, I had to make do with a cranberry juice. But having overindulged last year, I think it's only fair to give sobriety a go, as farking tedious as it is.
Today, as I sat outside in the glorious sunshine and read another review book (a goodie too) I came within a whisker of chucking in the towel and cracking an ice cold bottle of pinot gris.
Instead, I remembered a refreshing mint lemon drink I'd consumed gallons of when I'd been dessicated by the heat in Oman and Dubai last year. As luck would have it, the Animator's mint crop is going gangbusters, so it was the work of a few minutes to turn mint, lemons and ice into this thirst quencher.
Did it taste good? To the power of 10. Will it ever replace fermented grapes in my affections? Not bloody likely.
This morning, I was interviewing a very wise and interesting woman for a magazine story at a downtown cafe. At one stage, this woman looked around the cafe and remarked how everyone was jabbing at their phones instead of engaging with other human beings.
It reminded me of this pic that someone sent me recently.
Last year, I was lucky enough to visit Dubai twice on Emirates media trips. The first time, I stayed at the fantabulous Jumeriah Creekside hotel, an 'art hotel' where surfaces are slathered thickly with every conceivable type of art.
My piece on the visual delights that greeted me everytime I left my room, plus the art tour I did, was published in the Urbis Magazine blog last month (click here to read).