Salaam alaikum. Greetings from Marrakech.
"Marra-fucking-kech?" I hear you cry. Well, me too. That was my reaction.
It was Wednesday when I got a call from le Fabulous Parisien.
"Can you get friday off work?" he asked.
"Well, I can always work from home the morning....what do you have in mind?"
"A friend wants to give me a weekend away for my birthday - can you come with me?" he said, mysteriously.
"Sure - but why isn't the friend coming with you instead?"
"She's busy. Very busy. I'll make the arrangements and call you back".
And call me back he did.
"The jet will be waiting for us at le Bourget on Thursday evening. A limo is coming to get us at 7pm. Is that ok?" He presented all of this in a very matter of fact way. "We're going to Marrakech, by the way".
"Hold on!" said I. "Whose is the effing jet? Who is this friend?"
"You're taking me to Marrakech in Céline Dion's Jet?" I said, astounded.
"Oh yeah baby," he replied. "But you don't know the half of it..."