This is what happens when Canadians visit Hamburg: They make the grumpiest waiters smile. Can you see the one in the back? Totally overworked and out of good cheer, and you have to do is take “Pammie” to that restaurant. She had him grinning within moments, and even chatting her up.
That Tomato Top, she is fun and laughter incarnated, and what a blast we had.
She made the Mae Monkeys drunk! They collapsed on a heap on the table, right next to Pam’s beer bottle…. nobody noticed, though. And she even made the sun come out after days of pouring rain, and for the couple of hours we spent on that terrace overlooking the river it was even warm enough to sit outside.
A visit to the mall with Pam? Awesome. She only wanted some make up, but she did wonders at the beauty store. The little apprentice girl who was at first too insecure to serve her she cheered on with the words, “Come on, you can do it! You’re here to learn, and you can sell me make up alright!” Which she in fact could, and did, and she felt really good about it afterwards. In return, we got free samples of the perfumes we wanted, and NOT the tiny ones issued by the companies anyway but love little crystal bottles filled by hand!
After that is was ice cream time, and out came the monkey again… they shared every step of the day.
And here is the ice cream:
The following day, Pam and her hubby came to our house for dinner.
We ate, we drank, and then Pam decided to see what was under my bed… I’m kidding you not! We have a common friend on twitter, the sweet and utterly funny Emerenta, who “says” she hides under people’s beds all the time, and that night, Pam was certain she was under mine, spying on us. So…. down there Pam went. There was no Emerenta, of course, but thankfully also no or very little dust… at least Pam came back out from under there in a pretty good condition again, but only after her hubby had joined her under my bed to check if maybe U2 was hiding there too….. man, Darryl, if I had singers under my bed, it would certainly not be Bono but…. I know, you can guess. (Neil Diamond)
Speaking of which, Darryl looks like a rock star himself. What a cool guy! The blackest sense of humor ever, earring, and a really, really neat tattoo on his shoulder (SEXY!!!!). Which just goes to prove that we are a pretty cool generation! NOT old and stuffy, but, hey, crawling under beds to go after our musical heroes. (I’ll have to check myself one of these days. Maybe Neil is there after all… sharing cookies with Emerenta. Can’t be sharing with Bono, because HE is in Istanbul right now, no kidding).
Now Pam wants me t visit her in Canada next year. She even promised to meet me in London to join me for the flight back, which is a wonderful thing, scared as I am of flying, and maybe just the kind of enticement I might need. And how badly I want to go!!!
The most wondrous thing about this brief but really great visit:
Pam is a Mimosa. Yes, one of the girls I want to meet next summer when I travel the States. So now I know they are REALLY real. I mean, I know they are real since I chat with them every day on twitter, and there are no fakes on twitter, we all know that, right ( har har). And they keep sending me lovely (handmade!) cards and jewelry and other lovely gifts, and even quilts, and I send back stuff and it is never returned by the mail, so it must end off somewhere, but meeting one in person is still a different thing. the other day I talked on the phone to the Pea ( who has the sweet voice of a teenager, by the way, and a very cute Southern slang).
But still. It’s different if you’ve been under your bed with one of them. Trust me on this.