Lunch at Myriam's

Yesterday I was invited to a lunch hosted by the wife of Tony’s boss, Myriam.  My chauffeur (haha, Julie!) had to cancel because her child was sick, so I had to quickly figure out how to get from Harrison St. to Moray St.  Lucky for me, the City Cat (river taxi) was able to drop me just a few blocks from Myriam’s apartment.  Apartment, mind you, does not seem to appropriately describe where Myriam and her husband reside.  It is located just off the river on the top floor of a five floor building with amazing views of the city. Stunning!  Just as wonderful, were the ladies (other wives of Fluor employees) that were there and the food she served!  Of course, having lunch with the wife of Tony’s boss made me quite a bit nervous. I wanted to make sure I was on my best behavior. My only mishap of the day was when I locked myself in the restroom.  When the door did not open after two tries, I glanced over my shoulder to see a look of horror in my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were wide and my mouth more than open.  I cupped my hand over my mouth, holding back laughter and screams.  I thought, “What now, Sherlock?”  I honestly thought I would have to bang on the door for someone to come to my rescue! Just before I yelled for help, I thought, “Surely, I can figure this out.” Thankfully, I did. Who knew that if you pushed the button down on TOP of the doorknob, that you would then push the button UP on the BOTTOM of the doorknob?  Good grief, you can’t take me anywhere!

The following pictures include the view from Myriam’s “apartment” and a group picture. I wasn’t in the picture because I was still trying to decide how to make my escape from the bathroom! (Just kidding, I took the picture)