Meeting the president: the preparations (part one)/Dychanky s presidentem: pripravy (cast prvni)

It’s been couple of weeks now since I have received the presidential invitation and I still can’t believe it! You see, I would love to call the embassy and ask to whom should I be indebted for life for putting me on the special-people list, but I am afraid to do that. What if – in the midst of this investigation – that particular person on the phone finds out that I wasn’t supposed to be invited at all?? “Oh, I am so sorry! We meant to invite ‘mr. Tahuana’ – the vice president of Nambia, not you (Tatjana)! Can you just disregard the invitation?”. I don’ think so! Why? Because we bought the flying tickets. We booked the hotel. I bought a new dress. And new shoes. We have a babysitter and a cat sitter taken care of. I bragged to just about anyone I know about this, including our cat. Now WE HAVE TO GO!!!!

Can you imagine if my husband and I arrived to the reception and the embassy bodyguard would not let us in? “Sorry, you are not on the list.”. First, I would probably make a scene there about how much I spent on my new shoes and then they would (quietly??) walk us out. Oh, well, at least my husband and I will get to see Washington DC :0))

PS: My husband just told me that my new dress looks  grandma-ish. Have to go back to  and exchange it. Just great!!!!

CZ: I kdyz uplynulo jiz par dnu od te doby, co jsem dostala pozvanku na presidentsky dychanek, porad tomu nemuzu uverit. Rada bych na ambasadu zavolala a zeptala bych se, komu ze mam vdecit za to, ze jsem byla na tak vzacny vecirek pozvana. Bojim se to ale udelat; a to proto, protoze bych mohla nejakym zpusobem rozvyrit vody a pani u telefonu by najednou zjistila, ze udelali chybu a ze misto Tatjany minili pozvat Mr. Tahuanu – vicepresidenta z Nambie nebo co, a ze pry mam pozvanku ignorovat. No, a to proste nejde. Proc? Uz mame letenky a hotelove rezervace;mame zarizene hlidani; uz mam novy kostymek! A nove boty!! A kazdemu zivemu tvoru (vcetne nasi kocky a pavouckovi v koupelne) jsem se o nasem vyletu uz radne pochlubila!!! Zkratka a jiste, ted uz jet MUSIME.

Predstavte si, kdyby nas v onen den na ambasadu nepustili, ze pry nejsme na seznamu. Ja bych tam asi udelala scenu o tom, kolik staly moje nove boty a mily bodyguard by nas vydoprovazel (v zelizkach?) ven na cerstvy vzduch :0)).

PS: Manzel mi zrovna rekl, ze moje saty vypadaji trosku babsky. Takze zpatky do obchodu….doprcic!!!