Et pui je fume..

Good morning people. Yes I'm still alive, and no I haven't been hit by a bus. But in Beirut it's wedding season (that basically includes weddings, engagements, katb ktebs, pre and post celebrations albeit dinner, party or clubbing) so if I'm not running around for a wedding I'm organizing, I'm running to find something to wear, do my hair, make up and still find the energy to dance the night away on the beginning of a couple's (hopefully) happily ever after.

Each wedding, the bride steps on our feet and pinches us, ('us' being those who are still single), and for those of you who don't know the reason behind this superstitious nonsense, it's simple really, the single ladies will follow in the bride's footsteps by getting married. It's like us being single is a disease; I insist on using the word 'us' and not 'I' because there are tons of others like me (or so I tend to hope). Thank God! I wonder if single hood is contagious! By the way, I started this post with every intention of thrashing the World Cup and writing a fashion post, i even have the pictures and I did my research and everything, but this just comes to show you the frustration that's building up, that the minute I placed my fingers on the keyboard, my thoughts ran away with me! But that's OK, because now I have to be a bit more catering to my blog, and I'll have something good to write about tomorrow.

P.S. I miss slow dancing! Whatever happened to that? We don't do it in clubs (obviously) or in weddings. What a shame!

Ta-ta for now
sending all my love, hugs and kisses to the entire world (if only that would make a difference). and leaving you with my mood today! Enjoy!

Exhale,

Bambi