DrBob is invited to the Spanish Embassy in The Hague, for King Juan Carlos’s name-day this Wednesday, and I don’t get to go. Boo.
Song du jour of the day: Baila el ChikiChiki, by Rodolfo Chikilicuatre.
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DrBob is invited to the Spanish Embassy in The Hague, for King Juan Carlos’s name-day this Wednesday, and I don’t get to go. Boo.
Song du jour of the day: Baila el ChikiChiki, by Rodolfo Chikilicuatre.
June 19th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
Totally agree that it was unfair.
June 19th, 2009 at 12:42 pm
It’s not quite the same level as the luxury box for the Patriots game, no wives, but it’s similar, and it’s not fair. (Obviously, the embassy–better than the Pats game!) Honestly. Like they’d be who they were without us. hmph.
June 19th, 2009 at 8:07 pm
Well, actually, I’d rather be at a Patriots game. But since the Netherlands has so few of those, I’d be willing to settle for an Embassy party.
June 20th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
Ya, but you’d have to wear high heels.
And yes, professor = establishment. He is “the man”, in the North American sense.
June 21st, 2009 at 8:39 am
I’ll have to do that occasionally anyway. There will be many Faculty-Wife gigs in my future.
June 23rd, 2009 at 11:47 pm
If all goes well, I’ll be a Politician’s Wife, hopefullly not the fat kind who tries to stand sideways in the promo photos.