Yesterday I really did have breakfast at Tiffany’s. I was invited to an editor’s breakfast to promote the launch of their flagship store in the UAE at the new Dubai Mall. It was not a bad way to start the day but then it got better….
Fast forward (literally) to 2pm and I find myself in a red Ferrari speeding through the Atlantis tunnel at an undisclosed speed. It was an amazing feeling; we put the windows down and Tim (the owner of the car and the car-club I am writing about) put his foot down. The feeling of power was phenomenal, the speed a mixture between scary and exhilarating, the leather interior exquisite. It was one of those rare times when the reality is better than the fantasy. I even recorded the sound on my phone, but have no idea how I can download it here.
Following the Ferrari, I went to interview a matchmaker who matches Indian and Pakistani families for marriage here. He was very entertaining, and single. Which is odd for a matchmaker. Rather like a shoe designer wearing no shoes.
Today it is my belated birthday treat, a day at a spa. I am looking forward to it enormously, of course, but cannot believe I am going to miss Federer/Safin in the Oz Open. I can’t think of anything I would rather do than watch them, except maybe go for a drive in a red Ferrari.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009