Oh my god! Gladys just pointed out to me that I’m leaving for Buenos Aires in a week… I’ve been preparing by having the girls over for mai tais and watching Mexican soap operas. (I think they’re called telenovellas. What a culture!) But I still have to watch until I can understand the language. I don’t want to get there, order a mai tai and end up getting a Corona like an idiot!
Because Cybil Blaine is not an idiot. Divorced? Yeah, but as Judy says, “that’s just a phase.” She also says “You’ve done more before!” and then started yapping about the time I freed 17 hostages from those Venezuelan drug lords. Or the time I raised money to save a bunch of Indians from starving to death. Well, that was a few years ago, Judy—quit living in the past!
The old Cybil Blaine was married. But the new Cybil Blaine is taking the world by storm!
There’s probably more I could do, like pack. Or figure out what to do when I get there. Maybe I’ll just make some friends, have them over for mai tais and watch As the World Turns. Wouldn’t that be a riot?????
