I spent my last day in the unnamed destination nurturing the most terrible hungover. It was just plain awful. I started drinking the previous evening very early at a cocktail while being constrained by some colleague of mine to watch – while appearing interested - the football game between la France and Togo and got seriously wasted as it required a lot of drinking. I ended partying like a Rock Star later on with the crew in some crowded club called Cadillac until 4 a.m. and still have to recall the exact details of the evening hoping that I haven’t completely ruined my career. I just remember confessing to some Israeli dude that I was an arm dealer, drinking scotch and water and spending part of my evening dancing with prostitutes. I also remember wondering about the sexuality of some really cute kid with a Tattoo until he told me about his “girlfriend in North Carolina” just before I was going to tell me I am off the market J…don’t we all hate girlfriends in North Carolina?. As I had to wake up at 7 a.m. the following morning, my last day consisted in acting sober, drinking water, concentrating not to puke and dealing with undesired professional responsibilities. I think it worked really well.
I now am in some run down lounge without ventilation waiting for the plane which will take me to the hub with a bunch of other dysfunctional alcoholic expatriates so that I can wait another 7 hours for the plane which will then take me to mythic London. As the hub is known as one of the most dangerous airports where you are asked for a bribe each time you make a step and you can easily be mugged within the departure area, it’s going to be an interesting 7 hours and I have started drinking (1:10 p.m.) to make the whole day less painful for everybody involved.
I’d like to make a final comment about the fact that most footballers are good-looking. I have unwillingly seen a lot of football lately and they are moistly handsome. I had difficulties to understand why. Is it because to be that fit you need to have a great genes pool and bone structure?. I also wonder if it is painful to be an ugly footballer and if those receive counseling.
I wish you all a happy Sunday, L: can you add “Bad Santa” to our netflix ?
At least we know FHC hasn't changed a bit, even thousands of miles away.
Have fun in Londres and come back soon and please ignore the Brits' teeth.
Posted by: LL | Sunday, June 25, 2006 at 12:06 PM