i have to say with the way it was packed in i was pretty thrilled.
but first comes first. what is it with the ettiquette nowadays. i mean even in cocktails in pakistan people introduce each other to folks who have just joined the circle. here we all are, professionals in some of the most elite circles and eccentric people like me just watching and learning... i am not threatening am i? i taught myself to introduce myself in Turkey, not in the U.S. the only people who have taken the initiative to introduce me has been my boss and my very close friends. it is a detail that cannot be skipped. once skipped over, not done, forgotten, the unintroduced person in this case, me, do not just get offended, it is a defining moment in the nature of that relationship. forget ettiquette...remember simple respect?
next was the party with friends whom i met at my yoga classes. i have always liked height- flying up high, jumping off planes, glass elevators going upto whatever floor, rollercoasters that drop 100 m, tall men...just high. here we were on the 10th floor of a great looking apartment sipping on some raki and having some cheese. oh and listening to michael jackson. now here were some aware people. noone was griping about him having some "boy" issues or hanging his kid over the balcony or making some bad choices about skin color, we were hanging out and enjoying the music he left behind. i entered the apartment and someone in an announcing tone of voice said the entertainment for the night had been set- there was going to be some latino dancing, some tango and something else i did not hear. i got stuck at the tango part. i immediately raised my hand and said i can tango. i Obviously had to get ready. in my head i mean. with old navy flipflops and a room full of people i knew only 20% of, i had PR work to do. y'know get to know the crowd and learn to relax in it.
the raki had done its trick. the breeze on the 10th floor had done its magic. chit chat about astrology had me familiar with interests (besides ashtanga yoga of course). the host put the music on and swooped i felt into a dance. a year and a half of no dancing and it felt good. how had i not danced for as long as i had? a question i am still asking myself this morning.
with the excitement wrapped in the tango lingering over into the next day, i said my goodbyes to crystal and scott and 7 kitties to be with my kiwi buddy and his daughter by the pool. little did i know that if you get a massage at the kempinski, the pool and spa facilities are yours to enjoy for the whole day. brunch at abracadabra, shopping for a bikini, then walking to kempinski in flipflops (yes the same ones), i surrendered myself to the massage. the therapist used ylang ylang oil using reflexology, shiatsu, acupressure, some thai massage and aromatherapy to bring me into total alignment. i felt like i was whole in that hour. i wasn't going in and out of consciousness, not wishing i was somewhere else, not daydreaming...i was completely there, the most whole i have been in weeks i think for that long. whole is happiness. it s a tricky feeling to feel. everyone has that feeling i am sure but its almost like when you hold your breath and there's nothing going on, nothing at all. you just are. that's whole.
it was a whol-ifying weekend. everything happened one at a time (just as it always does but nothing was rushed this time), just like these cute ducks in nashville.
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