Saturday morning, bright and early, all the soccer lads met at an English pub in Boca to watch the Man U vs. Arsenal game. I was not able to participate in the Guiness consumption but the rest of the guys seemed to do quite well without me. One of the positives (or possibly one of the negatives, depending on how you look at it) is I am not able to drink because of the meds I am on. The rest of the gang seems to make up my shortfall adequately. The result of the game was quite disappointing...........we (Man U) lost. I must say that the pub patrons were equally divided between Man U and Arsehole supporters but everyone was well behaved and very civil. How terribly British wot!
The Pub food looked pretty marginal so we all buggered off to one of the local hotels for a good English (sort of) breakfast.
Saturday evening we went to a 50th birthday bash for our good friend Robin Elkaim, Ilan's wife. It was a lot of fun. Great food, good company and pretty decent music. I was privileged to escort my mom to the party and my brother-in-law Howard came with us as well. Now let me explain something about an observation I made. Howard and I look very much alike and the two of us together, with my mom in tow, looked really funny. Like some middle aged gay couple with their mommy. "Not that there is anything wrong with that" - thank you Jerry Seinfeld. I guess I am comfortable in my meterosexuality!!! Oh yea, I was able to negotiate a triple dessert. Birthday cake, Tiramisu and flan. What a pig.
Sunday morning cousin Hilary and cousin Martin came to the apartment for breakfast. After breakfast I took my partner :) (Howard) to the airport and then met up another good friends' son to discuss his flying career. Dean is at Embry Riddle University studying to become a commercial pilot. He is about to complete his private licence test. We had a really good conversation and I will be following his progress with keen interest. I certainly remember what it was like for me in the same position many years ago.
The afternoon and evening was spent shuttling between the apartment and Ilan and Robin's house saying goodbye to all the close friends who had come in for the party. We consumed square meat pies from Selfridges, left over oxtail and cottage pie for diner. Yummy.
Carpe Diem.
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