Reflections on art, fitness, family, politics and literature that hit me like bricks as I chauffeur my children from place to place...
A pink taxi
November 26, 2011
The Mother of All Battles
I am satiated. I had the mother of all parties, in analogy to recent history's "the mother of all battles".
Who ever said mid-life was a crisis? It is a celebration! I can describe it as a renewal of energy, a search for self fulfillment and a realization that life is too short to be taken all that seriously: let loose, give in to instinct and live by your own philosophy. If you don't at 40, when will you be fit enough to do so?
With this in mind, and because the friend who gifted me a pink ipod replete with cool tunes, offered in hospitable friendship, a beautiful venue for me to celebrate my 41th year: a spatious veranda overlooking DIFC and royal Zabeel, we threw a party for my 41th birthday.
Statement I had to make so I wore a leopard Versace skirt, from my Club Nicole nights in Boston. A skirt so vintage it dates from the late Gianni himself. To accessorize, I went for color uncoordinated turquoise blue nailpolish, stilt heals before the dancing and a henna tatoo down my left arm.
In sending pictures of the calligraphy of Beyrouth in Arabic in henna I got a few remarks: you gotta add Tehran to the other arm, or you are phony! And to top it, my brother in law in NewYork emailed, as he was reassured: "Ok. If this is your mid life crisis this isn't so bad ;)". Why does he think its a mid-life crisis?
Finger licking Indian buffet and DJ Jean in the house set the tone, but the party's energy came from my friends and family. My eldest son can attest, we had a blast!
I may have the renewed energy of a twenty year old, the romantic outlook of a twelve year old, but I know I have had more fun than anyone and that I it is now enough of celebrating me!
The pink taxi runs from 7 am to 7pm. It picks and drops off my 3 kids at school, ballet,judo, aikido, violin, climbing, riding, squash, basketball, skiing, skating, swim team, friends, grandparents and teachers. The car, not pink, but a black SUV, drives to Carrefour and Coop. To Club stretch for pilates and Aviation club for weekly workouts. It is driven by a woman who navigates on the radio, gets DJed by her 4 year old or sometimes quietly reflects. The thoughts are about politics, family, humor, literature, art or fitness. Sometimes they are excruciatingly longwinded, other times they are gossipy and hot.
I hope you will all enjoy!