Monthly Archives: March 2011

The sun is shining in through the window to our bedroom. It is an absolutely glorious day best spent in the forrest or on perhaps cold but sunny beach. But I am in bed, alas… Reinout’s flu (which made me cancel my trip to Malta – hence still being in Haarlem) finally caught up with me. But I am trying to max it out and enjoy it the most, as one can only do under these circumstances.

It’s a a perfect time to read good books (currently reading Drood by Dan Simmons), lay on the couch and watch romcom movies, and eat whatever one fancies because there is a good excuse (I need the endorphines). And on that note, I’m off to the kitchen for a cuppa tea and some sweets 🙂

Another week of no blogging. I start wondering if I’m loosing inspiration. A friend of mine told me I should perhaps start FracasNoir 2.0. And in fact the idea is not that bad. I long for a new design (pink, what was I thinking??!) along with a more positive and extrovert blog. This blog has served its purpose and it’s time for a fresh approach…

To get back to some more mundane matters, GDC came and went. I’m more glad it went and by the end of the week I was knackered from lack of sleep. I popped 2 sleeping pills on Monday and that pretty much got me straight into CET mode. On Monday I am off to Malta for our new project and business. More on that later, but I am so very excited and along with spring it definitely feels like change is around the corner. Out with the old and in with the new. New goals, objectives, ideas and people. It’s all about having the right mindset. And mind you, I am working on it 🙂

The jetlag is killing me. Or more like 3 people being out of synch in one hotelroom. Once again I woke up before the sun did and started cramping up. That together with tingling sensation in my hand and loss of power are the tell tale signs I need to get more sleep. As a result I’ve been in bed all day watching movies among others Black Swan (GREAT film!).

Oh and update from yesterday. No, we didn’t go to the playboy party. The venue was completely full and despite being on the guest list the place was under complete lockdown. Ended up instead in some penthouse suite on the 31st floor. Great view…check the photos out below.

Fantastic view behind me!

Dress from Miguelina

Having dessert after dinner

My rhythm has changed from late nights and 7.30 am wake-ups to early nights and waking up before 6 am. It’s not so bad actually. The gym is already buzzing with activity from jet lagged business people when I get there just after 6 o’clock. I do my usual routine for an hour before I get back to the hotel room for my breakfast. They have a wonderful spa breakfast here of egg white scramble, berries and yogurt. Can’t say I’ve lost any weight from my conscious choices, work-outs and alli popping but clothes are beginning to sit a bit looser which is definitely a good sign.

Being with your husband on a conference is of course great. You get to wake up together, have drinks and dinner and go to bed together. From the moment we met we promised to never be apart. With the exception of a couple of trips I couldn’t join, we’ve both kept to that promise. But lately I’ve come to wonder if it’s not more of a burden than joy. I kind of feel I am gate-crashing the party. When the guys have after-work drinks closing off a busy day, I feel more like an intruder than a member of the family. It doesn’t matter that I’ve grown with this company, had late night discussions with my husband and cooked meatballs for potential investors. I am an outsider who don’t really belong here.

At home, the office, which is only 2 minutes walk from where we live, serves as my scan and print location – at least until I find my own proper work space (I currently work from the dining room table). Every time I have to make the walk to pick up the scans or other paraphernalia which I’m in need of, the same feeling overcomes me. So I make a quick in-and-out, barely speaking to anyone. I often get the feeling I leave a slightly cold and aloof impression to my husband’s colleagues. An impression that is far from the truth but admittedly I am solely responsible for.

Last night I explain why I rather leave him to have his drinks and dinners with his colleagues. I am truly fine having dinners of my own and in all honesty I could call some friends in town too. But I am quite tired and the jet-lag has thrown my body in havoc (for those of you who don’t know I have an undiagnosed neurological condition which doesn’t sit well with prolonged periods of sleeplessness.)

He listens and assures me the sentiments are mine alone. Perhaps so…

He leaves for a breakfast meeting and I’m alone in the hotel room with Sebastian. In 15 minutes I have a call and then the day truly begins. Massage and a facial is on the agenda, followed by lunch and some shopping. Still have my eyes on that Dolce & Gabbana dress.

The bar where all the action takes place at night

I’ve just got back to the hotel after a looong day of shopping. In the end I only got 5(!) different tanktops from Burberry and some different hair products for a friend of mine. All in all I’ve been very frugal with using the credit card. I’ve been running in and out of department stores, Bloomingdales, Saks, Neiman Marcus to name a few.

San Francisco is really great, and I have to admit I do think it’s a city I could live in. People are very friendly (but aren’t most American’s?) and the city really has an upbeat pulse which matches the best of European cities.

Tonight we are going out for dinner, just the two of us. Tomorrow is the Playboy party from Bigpoint and I’ve blocked out the day for some fun with myself – massage, facial, gym and another shopping spree (have my eyes on a beautiful Dolce & Gabbana dress). Can’t wait until tomorrow!

Tata for now!

In hotel room. New tanktop from Burberry. Jacket from Giambattista Valli