Initially when Nando picked me up from the airport, I felt pretty shabby, but then it occurred to me that this was probably directly correlated with not eating for about 12 hours and being deprived of hydration due to the new awesome airport security standards (I love being groped repeatedly in a 36 hour period and having my toothpaste confiscated!) but after a pint of beer and a veggie burger, I was golden.
So when I heard it was Adam's birthday, I was ready for action!
They just refer to me as Blog, now.
One of the girls commented, "I heard them talking about you this summer and wondered to myself, 'Who would punish their child by naming them Blog?' I thought maybe you were German."
It's good to know I was missed.
I ate too much at dinner*, so I found the most appropriate solution possible at O'Grady's; I just unbuttoned my dress.
Indeed, the Blog is back.
* Eat too much? After eating nothing but rice in Vanuatu, I've decided you can never eat too much. Food is one thing I've never taken for granted, and I'm not about to start.