Olympics and London
Tonight is Ken’s big Olympics party. I must admit I don’t really follow the Olympics unless there’s some interesting scandal going on, and I haven’t heard anything resembling Tonya Harding antics this time around. I saw something in some magazine about dreamy Olympians, but I didn’t really read it very carefully.
I do like the luge. I like how it’s a funny word and it’s sort of like sledding.
We don’t have any big weekend plans–I need to get myself organized for the trip to London, which starts on Friday. I have lots of work to do before then (I am just taking a tiny break right now, I swear it), so it will feel really good to just get on that plane and fly faaaaaaar away from my job.
London’s fun. I hope I get to eat Moroccan food. I really like Moroccan food. The last time I was there I ate in this really cool place where we sat on pillows (aka dudjus) on the floor. I wish I could remember the name of the place; it would be really fun to go to with my friends.
By the way, dudju is not the word Moroccans use for pillow. It’s the word Clarkes use for pillow.
I just wouldn’t be able to party knowing how sad Michelle Kwan is.