So today has been a little bit weird.

First, several people have noted, mentioned or tried (and they shall remain nameless) the "Master Cleanse" aka "Maple Sugar" Diet that Beyonce used to lose 20-22 lbs. in two weeks for Dreamgirls. Curious as to the ingredients and process I searched my beloved Google and found the following account which pretty much summed up everyone else's experiences. Gentlemen, I would not recommend looking at this site unless you have a secret yearning to 'cleanse'. Ladies, this should truly show you how stupid fad diets can be, not to mention what you have to give up to shed some water weight. I love her blog title "Yes, they're fake". He he.

http://yestheyrefake.net/lemonade_diet_cleanse_journal.htm


Onto to bigger and better things. Slept in a tad this morning and braved some drizzle to return a broken heel to Manolo Blahnik. It mysteriously snapped after going out to a club...no clue. So after a brisk 30 minute hike through Fulham towards Sloane Square, down Old Chuch Street where a very cute rare books store awaits my return(!), then down Church Street some more, past tons of huge fancy houses or flats, cross Kings Road in the fabric district until FINALLY the incredibly discreet Manolo Blahnik sign made no effort to entice customers. I rang the bell and attempt to shake off the wet as I was ushered into a tiny one room shoe case with quiet possibly the worst disply of shoes in the history of man. And then I meet her-the Bitch of the SouthWest. Mid-twenties a tad frumpy for her job title, I quickly explained that I needed a bit of help with a broken heel.
Her: (Interrupting) We don't repair shoes here but we can give you a name.
Me: Umm, okay, but I thought you could send them back to the factory if they broke. I bought these in the US.
Her: You'll have to send them to the US and they can help (WTF?)
Me: Umm, okay. Do you happen to have the number? The heel is totally snapped.
Her: (Gazing upon my pitiful broken 'sole') Well, they appear to be Manolos. (Ahem, WTF?)
Me: Yes, they are.
Her: (Interrupting) Did you put this sole on the bottom (yeah, I cobble in my spare time)? That's why the heel broke. Never do this (the guy at Harrods said the same thing).
Me: Ha, yeah-I worked at a law firm and was constantly running around. The leather sole kept wearing down (pardon me for not sipping tea in the back of my Bentley all day and having to work).
Her: Hmmmm. Well, here's the card. Goodbye.
Me: Thanks. (Laughing softly). You know your store is a bit hard to find for a first timer. I didn't realize Old Church Street ran quite so far (biotch).
Her: Hmmm (nose up in air, throat clearing) Well, we've been here for over 30 years so clearly someone people can find us.

Oh it was so on after that. Discretion being the better part of valor I scampered out the tail after noting that their spring collection was hideous (and not at all like those on the US web pages).

Called the NY Manolo store as indicated. Since I had bought them at Neiman's in ATL, was told to call them then hung up on. I'm starting to become less and less of a fan of overpriced fragile little flowers that fall apart. Neiman's put me right through to the manager, she called me right back and ym shoes shall soon be boarding a plane for Atlanta. God Bless the South!!!

Hmmm, what else happened? Took the psychometric tests for Deloitte. Yess, well we shan't mention them again. Went to the gym. And, drumroll please......


T and I get home from the gym and I sit down to check e-mail (it had been two hours, you never know if the Pope's written) only to hear "Oh, yes oh yes ohbabyohbabyyesyesyesYES OH OH GOD YESSSSSSS!" That's right, my randy wall neighbors were at it again. Firmly resolved to convince T of the monkey sex that happens AROUND THE FRIGGING CLOCK I whispered her in. Now, out of rspect for those in love or at least getting lucky, I'll usually put on some music (loudly at times to remind them of THIN WALLS). I wasn't prepared for T to stay guffawing and speaking normally! So now they know that we know. Stranger thing though-we don't ever seem to hear the guy. I hear him talking but maybe he's quiet at other times...okay that's a subject thread not decent for psoting to the general public. T and I are now betting on who it is that we've seen coming out of the building (no pun intended).

Samma arrives tomorrow for a week, Rach comes in less than two weeks and had the most fun with B's visit over the weekend! I think I'm on an endorphine high from running!!!!!!!!!!!