May 22nd, 1989
At some point I’ll write about the stuff that happened on this trip but it wont’ be tonight.
May 21st, 1989
I think I’m drunk. Actually, I know I’m drunk, but I must write this.
I’m in Egypt!
Kimberly is even more pissed than I am!
And it’s all Melissa’s fault for leading us astray not only tonight but also last night.
Confident Melissa who is also gorgeous. And drunk.
Oh yes, we are all very drunk tonight.
Did I mention I’m in Egypt??????
May 20th, 1989
Flight from LGW – CAI
Presently on our way to Cairo and the flight is chock-a-block. I love the chance to slip my shoes off, if only for a very short amount of time during crew rest. Refreshing cup of my favourite Earl Grey and a plate of delectable looking biscuits to enjoy, with hopefully no passenger interruptions but I know that’s wishful thinking.
Received a very lovey dovey letter from Ben this morning, which I tore open the second the postman put it through the letterbox. Dad was in the hall and I heard him laughing
“What?” I asked.
Pointing to the post on the floor, he said, “Looks like there’s a few bills there. Can ye tear them open as well and throw them in the bin?”
“Very funny dad,” I said, gathering up the small pile.
“Thanks hen,” he said when I passed it to him. “Is Ben alright?”
“Yeah, he sounds really good, thanks,” I said, clutching the letter.
“I’m sure he’s looking forward to you getting to Spain.”
“I do believe he is.”
“That’s good. Right Tini, come on, let’s get you out for a wee walk.”
Tini came scurrying out of the living room. Dad held up his hand, gesturing for him to stop, which he did.
“Tini, you are much too good,” I said, laughing.
“Is your case ready to go in the car?” Dad asked.
“No, not yet. I’m still trying to decide what to pack.”
Dad shook his head, smiled. “Come on Tini.”
I was so relieved when I walked into the briefing room and saw Kimberly. I haven’t seen or spoken to her much since just after we finished training so I’m looking forward to catching up with her and finding out what she’s been up to. She already told me she’s enjoying living in the flat, with Lorna and Meryl so no doubt she’ll fill me in on them as well.
We’re working with a girl called Melissa who is absolutely stunning looking and very funny. She’s extremely confident but then again with looks like hers, how could she not be. She’s only been flying for a year but said Cairo is one of her favourite destinations and has promised to show us around. Starting tonight.
May 19th, 1989
Just got home from a fun Friday night out with Sarah. Simon went to some football related event with some of his mates, which meant I got to spend time alone with Sarah. It’s funny how once your friend has a boyfriend you rarely get to see just your friend.
Having said that, I’ve seen Sarah sans Simon more this week than I have since they met and I have to say, I’ve really enjoyed catching up with her again.
We sat through close to two agonizing hours of possibly the worst film ever made. Of
course I should have known from the title, “My Stepmother Is An Alien,” what I was in for. I don’t know how Kim Basinger can go from her role in 9 ½ weeks to that moronic drivel but at least Sarah and I were able to laugh about it over several drinks.
Carl rang this afternoon with a friendly reminder that I should pack some tablets to cure “a major hangover.” I assured him I won’t be needing anything of that nature, to which he responded, “I wouldn’t be so sure, there’s just something about that place that gets you pissed.” I laughed and said I’ll ring him when I get back, if only to prove him wrong.
Right after Carl rang, Jon did.
“McGarr.” Regardless of how many times Jon has greeted me in such a way, it still makes me laugh. “How’s tricks?” he asked.
“Really good, thanks. How are you?”
“Excellent. What’s on the agenda for this weekend?”
“I’m off to Cairo tomorrow.”
“You know, that’s one place I’ve never had any desire to visit.”
“None at all.”
“How come?” I asked.
“No idea, just not somewhere I’d pay money to go.”
“But I’m not paying to go. I get paid to go.”
“That’s it McGarr, rub it in. I’ve got bugger all planned and you’re off to the pyramids.”
“I’m merely stating the facts.”
“You are simply horrible,” he quipped.
I laughed. “I know. That’s why you like me.”
“It’s one of the many reasons.” He paused. “I think you know the others.”
I cleared my throat and without acknowledging his remark, I said, “I’ll send you a postcard.”
May 18th, 1989
Feeling absolutely stuffed, after overindulging on pancit at H&M’s tonight. It was so incredibly delicious that I couldn’t say no to seconds but now I need to look for my magic wand so I can fiercely wave it and make all my fat disappear. Ah, if only!
Read in the garden for ages today, love doing that. Presently reading Oscar and Lucinda by Peter Carey, as recommended by Lucy. It’s a great story about two gamblers, one compulsive and the other obsessive. But there’s so much more to it than that.
Pamsy rang this afternoon.
“So glad I caught you. How’s this weekend looking for you?”
“Fantastic. When are you coming down?”
“You just said you were.”
“Actually, what I said was great.”
“Huh?” she asked.
“Great, because I’m going to Cairo for the first time.”
“What?” I asked.
“I mean, oh yes. Sorry.”
“Pamsy, what’s gotten into you?”
“I just saw Oliver on the beach and now I’m all in a tither.”
“You certainly are, so not like you.”
“I know. Phew,” she said, blowing the word through the phone.
“I can see why. He’s the real deal isn’t he?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes he is. Let’s change the subject, I can barely concentrate as it is.”
“Ok. Guess what?” I asked.
“I’m going to Cairo this weekend.”
“Oooohh,” Pamsy cooed. “Maybe you’ll meet someone who’ll get you all in a tither.”
May 17th, 1989
As happy as I felt, hearing from Ben yesterday, his call has made me miss him even more. I don’t like the expression, “Out of sight, out of mind,” but I think in some ways when you’re far away from someone you love, it’s a little easier to get on with life without any distraction, like a phone call that lasts for two hours, after which you hang up and feel completely lost.
Of course this morning not one but two letters arrived from Ben, filled with all the words I long to hear. I’ve already memorized every line and now it feels like the next couple of weeks are going to drag by but at least I have a couple of upcoming trips to keep me busy.
Sarah rang at eight and asked if I fancied going to The Swan with her. She knows I absolutely love that old pub so of course I went over to pick her up. Simon was out with a few of his mates (visions of a certain slippery shirt came to mind but I didn’t ask!)
I don’t think Sarah has changed much at all since our school days. I can still read her like a book and could tell, even on the phone, that she had something she wanted to share with me.
The second she got in the car, she started fidgeting and before I had a chance to ask her what was going on, she said, “I thought I could wait and tell you this in the pub but I can’t.”
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“How would you like to be a bridesmaid?”
My face broke into a smile. “Are you kidding?”
“No,” she squealed.
“Not exactly,” she said
I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I said, “I’m sorry I thought…”
“We had a chat about maybe getting married someday.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, immediately wishing it had come out in a less condescending tone.
“So, when we do, will you be one of my bridesmaids?” she excitedly asked.
“Of course I will,” I said in my chirpy voice. “That would be absolutely lovely.”
“It’s not official yet,” she whispered, “so you can’t say anything to anyone.”
“Why are you whispering?” I asked in a whisper.
We both laughed.
“Don’t worry Sarah, I won’t say a word.”
But I might write about it.
May 16th, 1989
Because I didn’t get to bed until five this morning (I came in just as dad was getting up for work!) I felt a bit groggy when I finally woke up at lunchtime. Didn’t feel like getting up right away so I was still in bed, reading, when the phone started ringing. I dashed downstairs to answer it, in the hopes it might be Ben.
At the sound of his voice, I burst into tears. “Finally”, I croaked.
“I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to ring you much.”
I wiped my eyes. “Much?”
“You know what I mean. I missed you a couple of times and it’s been nonstop since I arrived.”
“It’s so good to hear from you,” I said, flopping onto the phone chair.
“And you babe. You sound tired.”
“I went clubbing with Stephen last night. And his new guy, Sebastian.”
“In Brighton?” he asked.
“No, we went to London.”
“Don’t, I’m already homesick,” he said, sounding sad.
“I’m sorry. Is everything ok there?”
“Apart from the fact I seem to work round the clock with total tossers? Yeah, I guess it’s fine. At least the weather’s nice.”
“Guess what?” I asked.
“You love me.”
“I do. So, so much. I’m so happy just to hear your voice. I booked a flight.”
“To come and see you of course!”
“When?” he asked.
“In just over two weeks. I hope that’s ok?”
“I can’t take any time off.”
“I know, I know, but at least I’ll get to see you. Will I be able to stay with you?”
“My accommodations are sparse but…”
“I don’t care. I just want to see you. So I can stay with you?”
“Of course you can. Send me the details in your next letter and if I can’t pick you up at the airport I’ll arrange for someone else to get you.”
Went to Sarah and Simon’s as planned and couldn’t wait to tell Sarah I finally talked to Ben. Her response was not as enthusiastic as I’d hoped but I think she was still hung over from last night.
The three of us went to The Point to see “Betrayed,” with Tom Berenger and Debra Winger, which was pretty good. While we were enjoying a few drinks afterwards, Simon had some interesting observations about the film but Sarah kept interrupting him, gushing about Stephen and how great she thought he was.
If it’s at all possible, going out with a couple made me miss Ben even more.