So now I am alternately in pain and seasick so I watched Dirty Dancing to make myself feel better. I had forgotten how much I like that movie and how much I miss dancing. I used to be able to do this. But I was younger then, and a lot smaller and less afraid of breaking something.
See, I used to ballroom dance. I loved it so much, I made my children watch Dancing with the Stars with me and quizzed them on the types of dances they were doing. But now, I'm too tired to dance. I'm too tired to do anything but sit in my pajamas and watch old movies that make me forget for a minute that I am a) old and b) Husband is in Afghanistan. Dirty Dancing does not remind me of Husband at all because it reminds me of Germany where I saw it in the theater more than a year after its original release date. Apparently, Berliners loved that movie so much it stayed in the theater forever. It might still be there. Let's go and find out, shall we?
I loved Berlin. I went when it was divided and I got invited to East Berlin by some Marines at the US Embassy there when I went to ask if the Embassy would give me a job.
The Marines thought I was cute so they invited us (we were six very cute coeds) back for a party. They bribed us with oreos and root beer, which surprisingly, they had in the East, probably because they had a commissary, but we couldn't get in the West. It was my first taste of how awesome Embassy life could be and probably when I decided I wanted to join the Foreign Service. So now, a mere 15 years later, (OK, I know! I was just hoping you wouldn't do the math,) here I am. It is Foreign Affairs Day today, and I am a Foreign Service Officer. And it is everything I ever dreamed all those years ago that it would be. Except for the whole Husband in Afghanistan thing. That's more like a nightmare. And The Dog is not my favorite souvenir from a foreign land (we got her in Korea). But other than that, I love it.
People in China who like to eat lamb are having a worse day than me. Lamb is one of the staples of traditional Xinjiang cuisine and there were lamb restaurants all over in Shanghai. Well, if people were willing to poison milk in order to make a profit (they were and they did and I ended up in the hospital because of it), then you shouldn't be too surprised that they would adulterate meat.
See those delicious looking lamb kabobs? Well, you're right. They are not made of lamb, they are made of rat. Yep. Rodents. Also mink and fox and all of it mixed with chemicals and gelatin so that people won't suspect it's not really lamb. I thought the dumplings with cardboard filling were a bad idea, but this is even worse than that. So thank you, Chinese Profiteers, for reminding me to be grateful that I never ate a kabob while in Shanghai, and now, I probably never will. I have no idea what was in the food that I ate and loved so much and really, now I never want to know. It might kill me if I did, or at least make me wish I had never eaten it. Honestly, somebody in China needs to do something about these food scandals. McDonald's in the US has to be careful not to make the coffee too hot, but in China, you could make it out of mud and still sell it. "Daphne," be sure to avoid the meat when you get there, and good luck!