Tired musings...

Pete's back! I finally made it back to Denver. 8,000+ miles and 26 hours later, here I am. I arrived with all kinds of energy so I figured I'd hop in my truck and drive to church and surprise everyone. As soon as I walked in and sat down I realized that I'd made a mistake and I spent the next 30 minutes or so in a desperate struggle not to fall asleep on the pew because I knew that I would NOT be able to get back up. After the first part of service was over, I shook a few hands and got back in my truck and drove back to my house, only to get my second wind as I walked in the door. I wish my body would just decide already what exactly it wants to do. I'll listen!

My cat was pretty excited to see me, and I found out that my sister had rescued a big macaw from an abusive home and the bird seemed pretty happy to see me as well for some reason. So after some bonding time with the family zoo, here I am writing again. I should be asleep but I promised my mom I'd stay up for a bit so that we could catch up on things when she gets back from some meetings.

And I figured I'd share this little story with everyone...heheh. So I was out for walk in Dubai after dinner one night and I was strolling down Jumeirah beach, a really famous spot in Dubai. It was a beautiful night; the stars were out, the surf was gently crashing on the shore, and out of the darkness emerged a soft and petite shadow that took my hand as she scampered up behind me. It was a very surprising gesture considering how ridiculous society in that part of the world is when it comes to male-female relations. It was all the more electrifying because I've been working for almost a year straight with no physical contact with a girl other than a professional handshake, and there is something about a woman's touch that is "magical" if that's not too gay a word to use haha.

Whatever romanticism the moment held however was quickly dispelled about 2 seconds later when I my beautiful shadow lunged forward at me and attempted a full frontal assault on my tonsils with her tongue. Again quite the surprising gesture, but I immediately understood her motivation and the source of her courage as I caught the wisp of liquor and beer on her breath as she attempted to whisper sweet nothings in my ear in a horrible London accent. Needless to say I was just a tad shocked by it all but when she commenced with the wandering hands I gently pulled her down to the sand and muttered something about how I'd be right back and hiked back towards the breakwater.

I sat there on a rock for about an hour, just staring out to sea and thinking about times past and imagining those to come. And then it was straight back to the safety of my hotel room for more room service and the Discovery channel.

The point of the story? I can't really think of one, but I guess it's not everyday that one gets accosted by a drunken Brit. Just a funny story I guess...well funny to me at least. Anyway, I'm off. I'll probably have to grammer/spell check this in a couple of days, go easy, k?

And in closing I would just like to say that if I were in a bar and was a drinking man, I would make a toast to the following:

1) Boeing, for making the greatest planes in the world.
2) Pepto-Bismol, for saving my dignity and pride with only a slightly odd after-taste as a side-affect
3) And to all the idiots in life who inspire me to be a better person