"Good times...good times..."

Ahh, an oft used and oft undestood staple of the Myriah Vernacular. However, last night I had the utmost pleasure of explaining the origin and enjoyment of such a phrase, NPR Ladies and Allan Schweaty included. (Ahh Meghan I think of you now and hope you will pass along the myths and legends of pharmacy lore to the up and comer in the family. And of course Harris, us + good times + eyesclosedoverbite...classic.)

And so my new-found Portuguese friends were educated in some good North American Pop Culture while they in turn tried to broaden my Portuguese. I'm not proving to be a very good student however and I fear that they will give up on me soon. Perhaps I will come back from Brazil with a shwack load of new phrases.

The occasion marked Teresa's last night in The Hague until August, and because we will miss her and because she's just so super ultra fabulous we celebrated on the beach with a picnic under the sun. Well, I'm being a bit liberal here with my involvement as I was basically a last minute party crasher and was rescued from the purgatorious heat of the FIP Office en route. This is only one minor thing that I thank them for, as I had a (ooooh, wait for it...) GOOD TIME and am SO gibbled that such great people are willing to keep asking me to join them! Obrigado outra vez, outra vez, outra vez!! And SWEET ONION CHUTNEY the food rocked the casbah! (No actual chutney served...)

So we are now Teresa-less but I hope to keep up with the new troops during the time she is gone, for more good times and of course to keep on the unrelenting quest to secure some Portuguese into my mellon.

And now: BRAZIL, THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!

Note from the editor: Have tried to use as many Myriah-isms as possible in this last post to educate the masses on the finer points of sharing a conversation with me, hehehehe.