My husband is home! I am no longer reduced to communicating with him by E mail and Facebook. After a 14 hour international flight from a country with a 17 hour time difference, a two hour flight delay and a two hour drive from LA he finally made it home around 5:45pm. Just in time to hop in the shower and put on the clothes I'd picked out for him so we could go to a friend's B Day party downtown. He literally went from the plane to the party which is insane if you asked me. I get jet lagged and worn out just traveling on a 1 hour flight where I don't switch time zones.
|Reunited and it feels so good|
We met his friends at Red Pearl Kitchen downtown and had a good time. I was a little skeptical because it's a Pan Asian restaurant and I'm so picky but there were things I liked. Everything was served family style so we got to try a lot of different dishes. If I had to rely on chop sticks I would have starved. I'm the only one at the table who had to ask for a real fork so I could actually eat. It was Anne's 30th Birthday and she celebrated it in style. After dinner we walked to their hotel room at the Hard Rock Hotel and had a few drinks there. It had a great wrap around balcony with a nice view of the city. Mj was too tired to get too much of his drink on so he had announced himself designated driver and I took full advantage. As the night went on he was still hanging in there....but just barely. When everyone headed down to the club we headed for home. By the time we walked into the house he was practically sleep walking, I was
tipsy drunk and we both slept like rocks.