Well it’s last night in paradise.
Work today was a hilarious shipwreck. Jess and I started off with eight people in the room who we were training and at one point there was enough emotional breakdowns that we only had three left. Only one was caused by us, the rest by pent up emotional retardation. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen grown men cry. At the nadir of it all while the remaining three were sitting in stunned silence looking at me I quipped it was like an episode of survivor. Not my finest moment. Meh. They all returned with bleary eyes and got through it.
I’m reflecting on this as I’m drinking a rubbish glass of wine. Have I told you one of my fave hotels ever is in Perth? It’s awesome architecture, has a very cool bar, excellent breakfast, and always has pretty young staff half-serving half-dancing to the endless Ibiza inspired music. I am not staying at that hotel.
The reason I am not staying is I fucked up my own budget so needed to pull back a bit. The place I’m in is best described as fine. If I didn’t travel for work so much and get so many upgrades and sly looks from the reception staff when they burble about being a platinum member I’d probably be happy.
Instead I nitpick about stupid things. Eg. How the fuck do you forget to put butter out for the breakfast buffet? I do have legitimate issues though. Ie first morning was a 4:30am start and the donkeys hadn’t given me a bathmat. Come on. How do you forget a bathmat?
Anyhoo. The reason I’m drinking a rubbish glass of wine is I asked bar guy for a glass of Pinot Noir. To quell his confusion I had to point out on the wine menu what it was. He then went searching high and low for the the Pinot, a task I assumed would have been rather easy seeing as there was only ten different wines on the menu. Alas, it proved too much of a challenge and he suggested I have one from the bottle he held up instead. “After all, it’s red”. Yes it is my fine Latino backpacker friend I thought while also mulling over the fact it was a fucking cab merlot. He proudly poured it before I could suggest something else but on the plus side he poured it in a wine glass the size that they use in movies to show the stay at home mom has a drinking issue. A true win for quantity over quality. Still rubbish but I’m not going to write the manager about this one.
This is all meandering background to the photo which is the real tragedies of the night.
Firstly for my next drink Carlos used a normal sized wine glass.
Secondly, and more importantly, the time difference here on the west coast means I can watch FP1 for the Saudi GP at 9:30pm instead of 12:39am. Sounds ace but the freaking enormous TV in front of me doesn’t have fox sports so I’m watching it on my iPad instead. Grrr.
I can’t wait to touch you up. I ache for for your kiss.
x