Sometimes, being in the Foreign Service feels a little like high school or sleep-away camp. Besides working closely together, we also live and play together. Sure, there are more than a billion people to meet here in India, but often activities are planned for consulate folks to get to know one another and experience things together. It's like our own little Groupon deal, one step up from potato sack races.
Recently, a ladies only weekend away was held in a quaint place called Pondicherry. Some female bonding, a chance to leave behind the kids for a night, drink some wine, kick back and relax. And pillow fights, lots and lots and lots of pillow fights.
Really? Puhleez. The guys have heard the sales pitch and have imagined the sorority shenanigans, but let's get down to reality: the weekend was ALL ABOUT THE SHOPPING.
Let's observe Femina Acquireous in her natural habitat as she starts her hunt. One specimen is kind enough to stop for a picture. Meanwhile, the one behind her takes advantage of the opening: "Go low for the kill!"
You can't (hunt) shop on an empty stomach, so what to do? Order (maraud) lunch. "We've come for your brie sandwiches! We will not be denied! And can we get some baguettes to go?"
So, what do the guys who are left behind do? Smoke 'em, because they got 'em. Let the ladies shop; let the men light up. Oh, and pretend to keep an eye on all the kids. "Right guys? Uhm, who's watching that little one waay in the background?" Puff, puff.
The stogie master, showing how to puff proper. Proof of Man at leisure: empty glasses and a full ashtray.
Fun was had/acquired/ingested by all and marriages remained intact because of, not in spite of, the Battle Of The FSO Sexes. Stay tuned for more events.....
Recently, a ladies only weekend away was held in a quaint place called Pondicherry. Some female bonding, a chance to leave behind the kids for a night, drink some wine, kick back and relax. And pillow fights, lots and lots and lots of pillow fights.
Really? Puhleez. The guys have heard the sales pitch and have imagined the sorority shenanigans, but let's get down to reality: the weekend was ALL ABOUT THE SHOPPING.
Let's observe Femina Acquireous in her natural habitat as she starts her hunt. One specimen is kind enough to stop for a picture. Meanwhile, the one behind her takes advantage of the opening: "Go low for the kill!"
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So, what do the guys who are left behind do? Smoke 'em, because they got 'em. Let the ladies shop; let the men light up. Oh, and pretend to keep an eye on all the kids. "Right guys? Uhm, who's watching that little one waay in the background?" Puff, puff.
The stogie master, showing how to puff proper. Proof of Man at leisure: empty glasses and a full ashtray.
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