Personal Posh Notes

.1. There I am, new photo taken only hours ago before dad picked me up for the posh party we attended at the National Arts Centre and put on by the National Council on Canada-Arab Relations.

Note to you: Isn’t my eye make-up fabulous (do ignore the red demons sitting in my eyes, it is only because my eyes are hazel and so the green in them reflects the light and makes for a red worthy of rouge). I rarely wear make-up because it makes me feel all clausterphobic, but I really like this photo...

Note to you 2: Tumors are caused by mobiles, or so I have been told by my telephone company.

See how close up this photo is? Print it up and play connect the dots on blog mistress’ face.

Note to self: Am rather photogenic! Consider printing up as life sized image, attach a band to the back and strap over face and hair on days when am not feeling so up to par.

In real life, I look more like:


.2. Met the lovely Carolyn Parrish, and not only is this woman an absolute hoot, but she is truly a beauty…and an amazon. I do believe she must be at least 6’2”. Simply gorgeous and very easy to chitter -chatter with; told her I was a fan and thought she brought it (then I made some East side / West side hand gestures, to which she responded in kind).

Note to you: Am joking. But I did do that in my head, as the pink elephants played.

.3. Met several other Members of Parliament, one gentleman named Bill who was a real charmer and had the greatest head of white hair I’ve ever seen on a man his age (which is: much older).

.4. Am made for schmoozing. It must be in my blood, because both my dad and I spent the evening chatting with folks we’d only just met.

Note to self: Would make a brilliant diplomat’s wife, or daughter in law.

.5. Speaking of which, have been told that Tamer Hagras is the son of a former Ambassador. But sadly, I have yet to find out if the man is married or not.

.6. Anne McLellan gave a speech. No more, and no less. Was supposed to be Pettigrew, and do wish it were him for he has much nicer hair (but currently stuck in Brussels).

.7. Organizers did a brilliant job, the layout and the evening were an absolute pleasure to experience.

.8. But there was no dancing, and so in order to compensate, I did a little jig in my elevator, alone. It was fun.

.9. At our table, sat with the new Egyptian Ambassador and his wife (His Excellency Mahmoud El-Saeed & Mrs. Heba Hussein Hassan Fahmy El-Saeed), who have only been here for a mere three months (poor souls are about to encounter Canadian winter at its hardest, it appears) both of whom were so much fun and so gracious and so completely engaging. Chatted through the entire evening and talked about Tamer Hagras, who if his dad is named Kamel (or Kamal), was rather popular.

Have made them new fans of Tamer Hagras; told them to check out his body of work in ‘Ya Ward Meen Yishtereek’. They referred to him as one of the “young new generation of actors”, to which I nodded in complete agreement.

Note to self: Must really get a semblance of a life, asap.

.10. Here are some interesting facts, all of which I picked up this evening: There are approximately 17,000,000 individuals living in Cairo (not Egypt, but only Cairo); There are approximately 72,000,000 Egyptians in Egypt; Procreation is strong among the Egyptians, it beats Monopoly; There are approximately 17,000,000 Saudis in Saudi Arabia, whereas about 15 years ago there were only about 7,000,000 of them; Saskatchewan has a Casino, and it is approximately 2/3 the size of Egypt; Saskatchewan's population is about 1,000,000; Qatar has the highest per capita per person (did I say that properly?) in the world, at about $35,000 a head; Qatar has a population of 100,000.

.11. Not only will I fall over, through or on it, you can now officially add “drop it” to the list. I have appointed myself the “drop it” girl, due to a nightmarish experience at Tim Horton’s yesterday involving two extra large coffees, a tray, a couple of windows, my jacket, my jeans, my sweater, my mobile, the person next to me and the just-cleaned tile floor. More on this tomorrow, I promise.