This past Christmas, I sent my dear, dear friend Wendy in New Zealand a book: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Tantric Sex (2nd edition). Knowing the effervescent Wendy, whose sensibilities tend toward prudish, I was sure she'd find it both scandalous and hilarious.
Today I got a thank you card, which reads, in part:
... it [the book] has been brought out several times when people are over for dinner; you are famous among my friends as "the one" who sent the tantric sex book!I'm "the one"!!!
Of course, now I'm terribly curious as to what kinds of dinner parties they have in New Zealand, with this book being in attendance for so many of them! Though perhaps my curiosity regarding the Kiwi lifestyle was reinforced by this line of her letter:
Fortunately I dash to Emma the hair dresser every 6 weeks for a colour, whingeing and snorting.Pretty matter-of-fact approach to cocaine use, don't you think? ;->
2 comments:
Yip you are famous at Coyle/Alexander dinner parties. In NZ we do much the same as Canada I imagine, I am becoming famous for my guacamole which seems to be getting hotter each making, Andrew being Australian, BBQs amazingly and I try and look cool by putting on Pink Martini!
As for the 'book', I like to read passages of it before dessert and show pictures, we are in hysterics by the end, its very good. Andrew normally leaves the room in horror at my antics but returns because ice cream is near.
As for Cocaine, my thinking is my brain is dull enough without adding any chemicals, I feel I should take the Bill Clinton approach and say I did not inhale...
Love you to peices Cindy! x
Wendy, this is not the kind of "living vicariously" I was asking for ... but it's entertaining nonetheless.
Love you right back! :-D
P.S. Please oh please can I blog about your porn experience?????
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