Some of the natives here have funny little ways. T & I and two friends were out for a meal at one of Houston’s “finest” (allegedly) restaurants last week. The restaurant was OK but the sommelier was particularly entertaining. A wee balding chap, he reminded me of Richard Gere’s lawyer in Pretty Woman, but very camp.

We ordered pre dinner drinks and I went for a G&T. The barman couldn’t understand my accent, or was deaf and asked me to repeat my order. I did and he looked confused. What’s a G? he asked. At this point, T translated for me and told him it’s Gin.

So he poured me a Gin and Tea!

 I was sent a meeting invite yesterday morning, the meeting title was “Fish Stories” I couldn’t resist accepting. When I arrived I realised straight away why the title. Most of the participants were colleagues from one of our other offices who had been evacuated from their homes. Yes, it’s hurricane time in New Orleans again.

Although most of their homes are without power, and our facility over there is closed, happily no one has been hurt and things seem to be generally intact.

I love that city, it has such a vibrant atmosphere and it’s just about back on it’s feet after Katrina (just about), so I was so sorry to see that 90% of residents were evacuated and a dusk to dawn curfew put into place.

Fingers crossed it will be back to normal very quickly.

And let’s hope Hurricane Ike stays out at sea.