In a dance/bar he met who he described as the woman of his dreams. She walked him home, only, and he messed up when his phone was out of charge; he tried, unsuccessfully, to use her phone to text to his own phone, so he could contact her when he got back home (He was tipsy and forgot her name). Alas, Anne tried heroically, but to no avail. Frankie X is traveling back to NYC this weekend to meet up with an attorney who was his partner in a wedding in Cartagena, Columbia, this summer. She’s not only an attorney, but she can do a split to the floor! Now THAT'S a dream girl!
I also did a lot of ballet as a child and teenager (with Miss Dorothy, FYI) and learnt quite a lot of French there – though still trying to piece together other bits of vocab, as I only ever heard the words spoken (in a geordie accent) and never saw them written down. It's only just occurred to me to track down one particular word for a move (a jump with legs pressed together), which turns out to be 'soubresaut', for example. Sober leap? Confusing. Comme d'habitude, the names sound so much better in French, e.g. 'grand jeté' is so much more elegant than 'big throw'.
Thanks for the shout-out Hannah! So happy you enjoyed the letter.
I had to look up what is a Carambar. I don't think we have those here in NYC. What would be the US equivelant?
OMG!! Love the "Uncle Ron" story!!! How did that nickname come to be?
“…one of my regular readers worked with Anne to help his son find a woman he met on a night out. Gosh!”
Well, that is my son, “Frankie X,” that Anne combed the Burroughs of New York to help find his dream girl. Frankie X is a frequent traveler to Anne’s haunts in NYC. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1gOPquPVkInoj6VVkgpOsMBGOMgdVQa2X/view?usp=sharing
In a dance/bar he met who he described as the woman of his dreams. She walked him home, only, and he messed up when his phone was out of charge; he tried, unsuccessfully, to use her phone to text to his own phone, so he could contact her when he got back home (He was tipsy and forgot her name). Alas, Anne tried heroically, but to no avail. Frankie X is traveling back to NYC this weekend to meet up with an attorney who was his partner in a wedding in Cartagena, Columbia, this summer. She’s not only an attorney, but she can do a split to the floor! Now THAT'S a dream girl!
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1kIm5xd0xnLQNMrCPLCxpUfDKupe-2zdB/view?usp=sharing
I sent a link to “Frankie X” a couple weeks back, in response to the sexy men in the French fire brigade. He works for the French company, Engie, Inc.: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1e-0AWtWdWA9C8DkQ_O-J0vVlcWkjnxR9?usp=sharing
“They have 6 months to find the ‘best item traded up from a Carambar’. “
That is such a great adventure! Keep us posted. Plus LOVE the postcards!
Hehe that gave me a real chuckle reading about Uncle Ron. A sort of language mondegreen. 😅
Love this, as always.
I also did a lot of ballet as a child and teenager (with Miss Dorothy, FYI) and learnt quite a lot of French there – though still trying to piece together other bits of vocab, as I only ever heard the words spoken (in a geordie accent) and never saw them written down. It's only just occurred to me to track down one particular word for a move (a jump with legs pressed together), which turns out to be 'soubresaut', for example. Sober leap? Confusing. Comme d'habitude, the names sound so much better in French, e.g. 'grand jeté' is so much more elegant than 'big throw'.