Saturday 9:00 Munich
(Disclaimer: for those weak at heart for details, just skim it- Emmy and Wesley. I have a 3 hour layover and nothing to do, so hang in there for those looking for a good read)
Perfect time to catch you up on the last 3 days. Accept, I have to add, I just bought a latte and a croissant, a whopping $12. They're killing me with these prices over here. When I had a layover in Frankfurt on the way over, it was $5.00 for a bottle of water!
Ok, snuggled on a nice bench with coffee and croissant…. Wednesday whatever day that was, I didn’t get to bed until 5am, I couldn’t sleep, so I read a 417 page book until my eyes were blurred and I finished. I skyped Dima to wake me at 12pm if I wasn’t up so I could shower, pack and be ready to go to the SDA, and pick up paperwork to fly out that night with him to Donetsk.
Got up about 11:30am, showered and went back to bed, I was tired. Woke up about 2pm, Dima was meeting me at 4. It was dark when we left the apartment around 3:45 to walk to the SDA he was a little early. I couldn’t believe the line of people waiting there for their paperwork, Canadians, Italians, Americans, Europeans, I mean there was a huge group of people standing outside the door waiting to get in. It was cold and rainy, but they don’t let you in the building which looks like a back alley joint, until they are ready to receive you. I know, what’s up with that, where’s the lobby? Not…
At least you can watch the guys working on the church next door; they’ve made progress since my last time here in September. Dima is always so funny, he is just waiting for me to demand more out of him, ask more questions, pushing the envelope on what’s ‘allowed, legal’ etc towards adopting Tolek, the sibs, whoever is on my heart and mind at the moment besides the one that I’m actually there for that to this point seemed to be going well.
And not to disappoint him, I began pushing about Tolek, getting his father’s rights terminated, adopting him, because I had new information which was what I obtained from the lawyer Eugene in the Odessa region, which was, if the orphanage director and/or the inspector filed the petition to terminate, than it could be done. Dima kept insisting it was illegal, could not be done, didn’t I remember what the SDA and the inspector in Mariupol had insisted on last visit? But, things change constantly over here; they can’t keep up on the laws themselves, so I had to push. He said, “Deborah, you’re going to have 2, isn’t that enough? What do you want with another one!!?”
Ok Dima, personal comments aside, this is Valera’s brother, he has been begging us to do whatever we could to get him, and it’s his LITTLE brother on top of it, so he feels responsible for him, he knows that Tolek has no one accept for the grandmother who is very old, can barely walk, who tried to keep Valera in the Ukraine. She is Tolek’s grandmother, mother to his father, no relation to Valera.
I also wanted to know if there was any way I could get a court date for next week, in which case I wouldn’t fly home on the 17th, I wouldn’t come home until the 23rd.
Dima asked the girl we got the papers from , she is so cute, I wanted to take her home, same gal there as last time, I asked if she was married, if not I had some single friends back home. She laughed! She’s married.
She checked again on the Tolek thing and this time she said that if the Inspector filed the petition, it was possible to sever the father’s rights!!! Yippee!!! Hope for him and Valera.
Then he called another woman out and they had a hush hush conversation in the stairwell about getting the paperwork signed so I could have court next week. She told him that it was not going well at all with the new ministry and that the best thing I could do was try to schedule it for January 6th at the earliest. What a disappointment that was. That means 2 more trips back, one for court and one after the 10 day wait to finalize and bring Oksana home unless I want to be here for 3 weeks. I don’t think so.
We got the papers; these allow us to travel to the orphanage, went to dinner, back to the apartment, picked up our luggage and headed out with the driver to the airport to fly to Donetsk. We had a late flight, 9:30 to arrive at 10:30. It was delayed for fog, which meant instead of getting into Mariupol at 1:30am, it was going to be late, and we had to be at the Inspector’s office the next day at 8am. These people, is there no rest for the weary? This process is not for the faint at heart I assure you.
True to form, we arrived around 11:30 to Donetsk, but wait, where’s the luggage? Oh, I know, I see the wagons pulled by 2 little tractors with piles of what looks like, no it can’t be, is that our luggage piled up on those wagons???? We’re all standing outside the building in the freezing rain as Dima informs me that it IS our luggage! It’s a freaking free for all!!! Everyone mass herded around the wagons, pushing, shoving, screaming, and fighting to get to their luggage, throwing bags around… last time I checked they had inside delivery on conveyor belts, someone needs to clue these people in!!! Thank the Lord I was using Maggie's RED bag, we were able to locate our bags after watching the wolfs attack the two wagons and get theirs first. It does pay to “defer to the weaker”…?
We arrived close to 2am in Mariupol; the drive took longer because the fog was so bad. We made it to bed around 2:30am or so. Up at 6am to repack everything to take the clothes and items Maggie had sent along with us, packages, letters, candy, etc, a duffle bag full to bring to various children.
Poor Dima was dying at breakfast. He was so tired he could barely speak. We had breakfast in a smoke filled room, these Ukrainians, smoking is their past time. I looked at all the German’s in the room and others and gave a little ‘cut to the throat’ motion with the smoking already. They just looked at me and laughed. Ok guys, than to adjust for the obnoxious smoke I have to put up with at breakfast, YOU get to hear my Christmas music!! I pulled out my IPod and put on my Christmas music FULL BLAST at the table. Simultaneously, every table of guys (I was the only woman in the room) turned and looked at me annoyed to the hilt with their cigarettes in one hand. I smiled largely, put up my hands and waved, “Merry Christmas” I said with a big as Dallas smile! They looked at each other, “checkmate my friends”. Dima was way too tired to protest my shenanigans. J
We rushed to the Inspectors office on foot, at least got some fresh air, although it is much colder in this region than it was in Kiev. We rushed only to sit in the dark hallway for almost 2 hours waiting for him!! We were upset, but, you have to smile, oblige and suck it up because they run the show.
I love this guy, the inspector; he’s gay, high drama and just plain hilarious really. I told Dima, “tell him that I love his new hairdo, really, he’ll love the compliment, like women, men love it too you know” He’s like “oh come on Deborah, you have to be kidding me?”
“Dima just tell him ok!”
So he did and Arketi smiled and looked down at his work saying that he hadn’t had time to get to the hairdresser. “Dima tell him that it’s ok, I like it longer, he looks so much more handsome”
Dima about threw up with all this! Come on... just tell him. He did and Arketi smiled and nodded. He ate it up. Remember, this is the guy with all the power to free Tolek for adoption. Every time he looked up and smiled with a wink at Dima, Dima almost lost it. I told him, just humor him with a respectful nod back, that’s all, it doesn’t mean anything, quit creeping out!
He asked about Valera and how he was doing at which time I pulled out my iphone to show him some pictures. The last one was of Valera with CeCe in front of the Christmas tree with their Santa hats on that Eileen had given them. Arketi went nuts over, NOT Valera but CeCe!! She saved the day once more! He asked all about her and was saying how cute she is and making the biggest fuss which caused me to default to the “CeCe” photo gallery and all her outfits!! Oh what fun we had discussing her outfits and just how adorable she is, hey, it takes all kinds, and this did the trick. “We’ve connected Houston” I thought to myself, Yippee!!!
Then I began to push about Tolek, no time like the present, he loves me! He began pouring out info, the director last time was furious with Arlin and Dima that they didn’t come by the orphanage with Valera to say good-bye to his brother before he left the Ukraine for good. The inspector called the orphanage and got the director on the phone and asked if we could come and visit Tolek. She agreed on one condition, we had to bring fruit, juice, candy and gifts for the kids, not the ENTIRE orphanage, just Tolek’s class.
We planned that we would do this Friday morning, before we left for Kiev and after our morning meetings with the nurse at the other orphanage… well, that comes later in the story.
We finally got all our ducks in a row and headed out with Arketi and the driver to Oksana’s orphanage. We went into the director’s office with the orphanage lawyer, and the caretaker and they began to ask me questions. How did I meet Oksana? Did I host her? What did I think of her? Etc… I kept looking across the table at Dima for help. All my answers to these questions were illegal, how was I supposed to answer.
Dima had briefed me at breakfast telling me to say that I hosted her. Well how could I say that, I didn’t and what if Oksana when asked said she was NOT hosted by me… dilemma!!!!
And sure enough, it happened. Dima quickly recovered saying that we met while she was being hosted by another family. The director gave me that ‘high Hitler” look, pretty scary. I just nodded and smiled sheepishly. (Oh brother!!!)
They brought in Oksana, the moment I had been anticipating with fear, what if she didn’t like me? What if she didn’t want to come with me or for me to be her mother? What if I didn’t feel a connection like I did with the sibs?
She ran right over to me and immediately gave me a big hug! I was shocked, surprised, and relieved all at the same time. Whew, made it through the initial shock of seeing her after only having met her for 2 minutes back in September.
She sat down and her little hands were shaking tremendously. She was so nervous. The questioning started. The director asked if she wanted to go to America to which she said yes, but when asked if she wanted to be adopted she said she didn’t know, she had to think about it.
WHAT?????!!!!!
Dima and I looked across the table at one another in shock! What do you mean you don’t know? The lawyer questioned her further, and then the director again. Oksana said she needed a day to think about it. Well, we didn’t HAVE a day. If we didn’t immediately start processing the paper work that would take all of Thursday and most of Friday to complete, we both HAD to be back in Kiev Friday night so we could catch our planes back to the states at 4am, Dima taking over 56 kids on these flights; there was NO WAY this was going to happen.
The director said Oksana needed to spend time with the family. I looked around, last time I checked, that family was just ME. They herded us out of the room, Dima, me, the orphanage lawyer and the caretaker. My mind was racing; Dima didn’t want me to say anything. But now what?
They took us to a room, looked like a classroom for teaching children with special needs. We all sat down and no one said anything, awkward to say the least!
They then told Oksana to ask me questions. The poor thing, I could tell she felt so uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say. I certainly didn’t want to push her. I was reeling in my own mind at this point thinking I can’t go through this another time!! Was it my outfit, my hair, my makeup, or what?????
After much talking between the lawyer, Dima, and the caretaker, she smiled and said she was afraid, she didn’t know the language and would she be able to learn English, and some other fears, another being fear of the director, wanting to please her and say what she thought the director, Lyudmila (Lord the name itself evokes fear!) what she might say to Oksana.
After 45 minutes, she gathered the strength to say ‘yes’ she did want to be adopted and would return and tell the Inspector and the Director with the lawyer present. They needed verbal acknowledgement before all of these officials before we could start paperwork there.
As soon as she said yes everyone breathed a sigh of relief. She was taken out of the room to return to class and the papers started flying!!! We walked the inspector out to the driver, got him off to his office and returned inside the orphanage for 4 more hours doing paperwork to complete and have returned to Arketi by the end of the day, which didn’t come until 6pm!!
We had breakfast at 7:15am and didn’t manage to eat OR DRINK a thing until we got back to our hotel at 6pm. You can’t drink their water, it’s all contaminated with cholera, so if you don’t have it on you, you’re out of luck, but we had absolutely NO time to stop for anything.
We left the orphanage with the ‘goods’ and had the notary waiting on us. The driver took us to that office; I waited in the car…. For 30 minutes while Dima did his thing. From there to the bank, then attorney’s office, then another office, I forget how many now. We made it back to the Inspector’s office by 4pm to get everything submitted to him so he could take us to court the next day and submit.
We had to wait for him for an hour, Dima was fuming! Finally got in to see him only to find out that we didn’t have all the doctor’s notes we needed on her paperwork. Oh LORD!! Another trip back to the orphanage but had to be in the morning as the doctor had left for the day already. Papers flying back and forth for the next 90, minutes, what an ordeal this is. I had never been included in on the process; Dima would always drop us off at the hotel or send us back while he worked his ‘magic’ so I always missed this part. I don’t know how he does it; I’ve never seen so many papers!!!! You’d think I was releasing Gandhi from prison or something, come on folks, it’s a simple adoption of a child here, not some international act of asylum!
We were able to secure a time to go to Tolek’s orphanage for Friday morning. But man, did we have a tight schedule for the next day.
After we finally got everything we needed from Arketi, we headed downstairs to make copies of all these documents!!! And folks, we’re not talking Staples here, new machines, set the stack of papers in and press a button. ONE AT A TIME HAND PUT DOWN ON THE GLASS!!!! OMG!! That took an hour with everyone in line behind us giving us dirty looks, but we weren’t in the “oh you only have a few documents, go ahead” mood at this time. We were on a mission; they would just have to wait.
We finished at 6pm, picked up our stuff and walked across the street to get water and a snack, then walked back to the hotel.
I will tell you about our eventful dinner later, I need to go.
(Disclaimer: for those weak at heart for details, just skim it- Emmy and Wesley. I have a 3 hour layover and nothing to do, so hang in there for those looking for a good read)
Perfect time to catch you up on the last 3 days. Accept, I have to add, I just bought a latte and a croissant, a whopping $12. They're killing me with these prices over here. When I had a layover in Frankfurt on the way over, it was $5.00 for a bottle of water!
Ok, snuggled on a nice bench with coffee and croissant…. Wednesday whatever day that was, I didn’t get to bed until 5am, I couldn’t sleep, so I read a 417 page book until my eyes were blurred and I finished. I skyped Dima to wake me at 12pm if I wasn’t up so I could shower, pack and be ready to go to the SDA, and pick up paperwork to fly out that night with him to Donetsk.
Got up about 11:30am, showered and went back to bed, I was tired. Woke up about 2pm, Dima was meeting me at 4. It was dark when we left the apartment around 3:45 to walk to the SDA he was a little early. I couldn’t believe the line of people waiting there for their paperwork, Canadians, Italians, Americans, Europeans, I mean there was a huge group of people standing outside the door waiting to get in. It was cold and rainy, but they don’t let you in the building which looks like a back alley joint, until they are ready to receive you. I know, what’s up with that, where’s the lobby? Not…
At least you can watch the guys working on the church next door; they’ve made progress since my last time here in September. Dima is always so funny, he is just waiting for me to demand more out of him, ask more questions, pushing the envelope on what’s ‘allowed, legal’ etc towards adopting Tolek, the sibs, whoever is on my heart and mind at the moment besides the one that I’m actually there for that to this point seemed to be going well.
And not to disappoint him, I began pushing about Tolek, getting his father’s rights terminated, adopting him, because I had new information which was what I obtained from the lawyer Eugene in the Odessa region, which was, if the orphanage director and/or the inspector filed the petition to terminate, than it could be done. Dima kept insisting it was illegal, could not be done, didn’t I remember what the SDA and the inspector in Mariupol had insisted on last visit? But, things change constantly over here; they can’t keep up on the laws themselves, so I had to push. He said, “Deborah, you’re going to have 2, isn’t that enough? What do you want with another one!!?”
Ok Dima, personal comments aside, this is Valera’s brother, he has been begging us to do whatever we could to get him, and it’s his LITTLE brother on top of it, so he feels responsible for him, he knows that Tolek has no one accept for the grandmother who is very old, can barely walk, who tried to keep Valera in the Ukraine. She is Tolek’s grandmother, mother to his father, no relation to Valera.
I also wanted to know if there was any way I could get a court date for next week, in which case I wouldn’t fly home on the 17th, I wouldn’t come home until the 23rd.
Dima asked the girl we got the papers from , she is so cute, I wanted to take her home, same gal there as last time, I asked if she was married, if not I had some single friends back home. She laughed! She’s married.
She checked again on the Tolek thing and this time she said that if the Inspector filed the petition, it was possible to sever the father’s rights!!! Yippee!!! Hope for him and Valera.
Then he called another woman out and they had a hush hush conversation in the stairwell about getting the paperwork signed so I could have court next week. She told him that it was not going well at all with the new ministry and that the best thing I could do was try to schedule it for January 6th at the earliest. What a disappointment that was. That means 2 more trips back, one for court and one after the 10 day wait to finalize and bring Oksana home unless I want to be here for 3 weeks. I don’t think so.
We got the papers; these allow us to travel to the orphanage, went to dinner, back to the apartment, picked up our luggage and headed out with the driver to the airport to fly to Donetsk. We had a late flight, 9:30 to arrive at 10:30. It was delayed for fog, which meant instead of getting into Mariupol at 1:30am, it was going to be late, and we had to be at the Inspector’s office the next day at 8am. These people, is there no rest for the weary? This process is not for the faint at heart I assure you.
True to form, we arrived around 11:30 to Donetsk, but wait, where’s the luggage? Oh, I know, I see the wagons pulled by 2 little tractors with piles of what looks like, no it can’t be, is that our luggage piled up on those wagons???? We’re all standing outside the building in the freezing rain as Dima informs me that it IS our luggage! It’s a freaking free for all!!! Everyone mass herded around the wagons, pushing, shoving, screaming, and fighting to get to their luggage, throwing bags around… last time I checked they had inside delivery on conveyor belts, someone needs to clue these people in!!! Thank the Lord I was using Maggie's RED bag, we were able to locate our bags after watching the wolfs attack the two wagons and get theirs first. It does pay to “defer to the weaker”…?
We arrived close to 2am in Mariupol; the drive took longer because the fog was so bad. We made it to bed around 2:30am or so. Up at 6am to repack everything to take the clothes and items Maggie had sent along with us, packages, letters, candy, etc, a duffle bag full to bring to various children.
Poor Dima was dying at breakfast. He was so tired he could barely speak. We had breakfast in a smoke filled room, these Ukrainians, smoking is their past time. I looked at all the German’s in the room and others and gave a little ‘cut to the throat’ motion with the smoking already. They just looked at me and laughed. Ok guys, than to adjust for the obnoxious smoke I have to put up with at breakfast, YOU get to hear my Christmas music!! I pulled out my IPod and put on my Christmas music FULL BLAST at the table. Simultaneously, every table of guys (I was the only woman in the room) turned and looked at me annoyed to the hilt with their cigarettes in one hand. I smiled largely, put up my hands and waved, “Merry Christmas” I said with a big as Dallas smile! They looked at each other, “checkmate my friends”. Dima was way too tired to protest my shenanigans. J
We rushed to the Inspectors office on foot, at least got some fresh air, although it is much colder in this region than it was in Kiev. We rushed only to sit in the dark hallway for almost 2 hours waiting for him!! We were upset, but, you have to smile, oblige and suck it up because they run the show.
I love this guy, the inspector; he’s gay, high drama and just plain hilarious really. I told Dima, “tell him that I love his new hairdo, really, he’ll love the compliment, like women, men love it too you know” He’s like “oh come on Deborah, you have to be kidding me?”
“Dima just tell him ok!”
So he did and Arketi smiled and looked down at his work saying that he hadn’t had time to get to the hairdresser. “Dima tell him that it’s ok, I like it longer, he looks so much more handsome”
Dima about threw up with all this! Come on... just tell him. He did and Arketi smiled and nodded. He ate it up. Remember, this is the guy with all the power to free Tolek for adoption. Every time he looked up and smiled with a wink at Dima, Dima almost lost it. I told him, just humor him with a respectful nod back, that’s all, it doesn’t mean anything, quit creeping out!
He asked about Valera and how he was doing at which time I pulled out my iphone to show him some pictures. The last one was of Valera with CeCe in front of the Christmas tree with their Santa hats on that Eileen had given them. Arketi went nuts over, NOT Valera but CeCe!! She saved the day once more! He asked all about her and was saying how cute she is and making the biggest fuss which caused me to default to the “CeCe” photo gallery and all her outfits!! Oh what fun we had discussing her outfits and just how adorable she is, hey, it takes all kinds, and this did the trick. “We’ve connected Houston” I thought to myself, Yippee!!!
Then I began to push about Tolek, no time like the present, he loves me! He began pouring out info, the director last time was furious with Arlin and Dima that they didn’t come by the orphanage with Valera to say good-bye to his brother before he left the Ukraine for good. The inspector called the orphanage and got the director on the phone and asked if we could come and visit Tolek. She agreed on one condition, we had to bring fruit, juice, candy and gifts for the kids, not the ENTIRE orphanage, just Tolek’s class.
We planned that we would do this Friday morning, before we left for Kiev and after our morning meetings with the nurse at the other orphanage… well, that comes later in the story.
We finally got all our ducks in a row and headed out with Arketi and the driver to Oksana’s orphanage. We went into the director’s office with the orphanage lawyer, and the caretaker and they began to ask me questions. How did I meet Oksana? Did I host her? What did I think of her? Etc… I kept looking across the table at Dima for help. All my answers to these questions were illegal, how was I supposed to answer.
Dima had briefed me at breakfast telling me to say that I hosted her. Well how could I say that, I didn’t and what if Oksana when asked said she was NOT hosted by me… dilemma!!!!
And sure enough, it happened. Dima quickly recovered saying that we met while she was being hosted by another family. The director gave me that ‘high Hitler” look, pretty scary. I just nodded and smiled sheepishly. (Oh brother!!!)
They brought in Oksana, the moment I had been anticipating with fear, what if she didn’t like me? What if she didn’t want to come with me or for me to be her mother? What if I didn’t feel a connection like I did with the sibs?
She ran right over to me and immediately gave me a big hug! I was shocked, surprised, and relieved all at the same time. Whew, made it through the initial shock of seeing her after only having met her for 2 minutes back in September.
She sat down and her little hands were shaking tremendously. She was so nervous. The questioning started. The director asked if she wanted to go to America to which she said yes, but when asked if she wanted to be adopted she said she didn’t know, she had to think about it.
WHAT?????!!!!!
Dima and I looked across the table at one another in shock! What do you mean you don’t know? The lawyer questioned her further, and then the director again. Oksana said she needed a day to think about it. Well, we didn’t HAVE a day. If we didn’t immediately start processing the paper work that would take all of Thursday and most of Friday to complete, we both HAD to be back in Kiev Friday night so we could catch our planes back to the states at 4am, Dima taking over 56 kids on these flights; there was NO WAY this was going to happen.
The director said Oksana needed to spend time with the family. I looked around, last time I checked, that family was just ME. They herded us out of the room, Dima, me, the orphanage lawyer and the caretaker. My mind was racing; Dima didn’t want me to say anything. But now what?
They took us to a room, looked like a classroom for teaching children with special needs. We all sat down and no one said anything, awkward to say the least!
They then told Oksana to ask me questions. The poor thing, I could tell she felt so uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say. I certainly didn’t want to push her. I was reeling in my own mind at this point thinking I can’t go through this another time!! Was it my outfit, my hair, my makeup, or what?????
After much talking between the lawyer, Dima, and the caretaker, she smiled and said she was afraid, she didn’t know the language and would she be able to learn English, and some other fears, another being fear of the director, wanting to please her and say what she thought the director, Lyudmila (Lord the name itself evokes fear!) what she might say to Oksana.
After 45 minutes, she gathered the strength to say ‘yes’ she did want to be adopted and would return and tell the Inspector and the Director with the lawyer present. They needed verbal acknowledgement before all of these officials before we could start paperwork there.
As soon as she said yes everyone breathed a sigh of relief. She was taken out of the room to return to class and the papers started flying!!! We walked the inspector out to the driver, got him off to his office and returned inside the orphanage for 4 more hours doing paperwork to complete and have returned to Arketi by the end of the day, which didn’t come until 6pm!!
We had breakfast at 7:15am and didn’t manage to eat OR DRINK a thing until we got back to our hotel at 6pm. You can’t drink their water, it’s all contaminated with cholera, so if you don’t have it on you, you’re out of luck, but we had absolutely NO time to stop for anything.
We left the orphanage with the ‘goods’ and had the notary waiting on us. The driver took us to that office; I waited in the car…. For 30 minutes while Dima did his thing. From there to the bank, then attorney’s office, then another office, I forget how many now. We made it back to the Inspector’s office by 4pm to get everything submitted to him so he could take us to court the next day and submit.
We had to wait for him for an hour, Dima was fuming! Finally got in to see him only to find out that we didn’t have all the doctor’s notes we needed on her paperwork. Oh LORD!! Another trip back to the orphanage but had to be in the morning as the doctor had left for the day already. Papers flying back and forth for the next 90, minutes, what an ordeal this is. I had never been included in on the process; Dima would always drop us off at the hotel or send us back while he worked his ‘magic’ so I always missed this part. I don’t know how he does it; I’ve never seen so many papers!!!! You’d think I was releasing Gandhi from prison or something, come on folks, it’s a simple adoption of a child here, not some international act of asylum!
We were able to secure a time to go to Tolek’s orphanage for Friday morning. But man, did we have a tight schedule for the next day.
After we finally got everything we needed from Arketi, we headed downstairs to make copies of all these documents!!! And folks, we’re not talking Staples here, new machines, set the stack of papers in and press a button. ONE AT A TIME HAND PUT DOWN ON THE GLASS!!!! OMG!! That took an hour with everyone in line behind us giving us dirty looks, but we weren’t in the “oh you only have a few documents, go ahead” mood at this time. We were on a mission; they would just have to wait.
We finished at 6pm, picked up our stuff and walked across the street to get water and a snack, then walked back to the hotel.
I will tell you about our eventful dinner later, I need to go.
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