Sunday
Seven Stars
Empire Ants
Little memories marching on
Your little feet working the machine
Say will it spin, will it soar
My little dream working the machine
I wake up around 9:30am and when I hop into the shower I have trouble working the temperature controls so I only use the hand held shower wand, though I work the shower rose dialling the force of the spray to hit like needles.
This is good, I aim it at my balls and get half a bar and continue to soap my pubes.
I use some of the hotel shampoo and while it’s crap I feel better knowing that my hair is washed.
As clean as I might be I put on the same t-shirt as the day before and change my pants for shorts.
I head out into the corridor and spot Lively headed towards the elevators. Lively is dressed in what I assume is his native dress code, he wears a cap, a large green coloured tee, shorts and skate shoes.
We go downstairs and we’re the only ones of our crew here. Lively takes a lap of the food pontoon while I tuck into a cooked breakfast. I choose, scrambled eggs, a mini croissant, baked beans, fake bacon, chicken sausages and wedges, sadly there’s no hash browns. I also go for a small side plate of fresh fruit and it will be the only fresh fruit I eat during the entire week.
During our meal I start off with fruit juice, two small glasses, Apple, then this amazing Mango juice. When I’m done eating I wash it all down with black coffee. Lively drinks a cup of tea and by the time we finish up it’s almost 10:30am.
We start to head in the direction of the elevators passing the bar lounge along the way where we spot Jdoggy and Soly who are hanging out with Jeff on a sofa. On the opposite side of the bar is Nathan and Kym and then it clicks, they don’t know each other, I’m the connection.
So I invite them over and make introductions “hi this the lovely Nathan and this is his, um, err, Kym”
I don’t know Kym, we’ve sent each other email, but this is literally the first time we’ve met, she’s dressed in a tight fitting singlet thing that is form fitting and somehow reminds me of a ladies one piece bathing suit. The singlet thing fits neatly into daisy duke denim shorts, then for flair she accessorizes by wearing thongs and black framed glasses to complete the look which adds minor sophistication that says, single white female, professional. I watch Lively and Jeff’s reaction and it’s priceless, it’s the stuff nerds have wet dreams over, think - hot librarian sex fantasy, geek chic, gamer girl, then I look at Kym and the expression says it all, “Hmm...No”, no chance fellas, you’re fat.
The whole first introductions make me laugh, I look over at Nathan squirming and trying not to laugh out loud, he gets it, I don’t even consider what Lively and Jeff are thinking but nevertheless i’m not one to stop them from trying. Besides it’s going to be too much fun just watching.
Joggy is sitting with his wife Soly. She is an Asian beauty model and not to mention cool-as-fuck.
If there was ever two people that complemented each other as well as these two then I guess it’s Jenny & Jason. But Soly chimes in as though we’re all old friends, the feeling is cool, comfortable, we’re all really relaxed this morning and everyone is excited to get this holiday underway. Joggy is taller and more filled out since I saw him last, he smokes cigarettes and we fall into conversation like we’ve just gotten off Team Speak, the conversation simply rolls on, he says “What’s first Mr. B?”
I tell him we should venture out soon and go get our bearings.
Seven Stars
Empire Ants
Little memories marching on
Your little feet working the machine
Say will it spin, will it soar
My little dream working the machine
I wake up around 9:30am and when I hop into the shower I have trouble working the temperature controls so I only use the hand held shower wand, though I work the shower rose dialling the force of the spray to hit like needles.
This is good, I aim it at my balls and get half a bar and continue to soap my pubes.
I use some of the hotel shampoo and while it’s crap I feel better knowing that my hair is washed.
As clean as I might be I put on the same t-shirt as the day before and change my pants for shorts.
I head out into the corridor and spot Lively headed towards the elevators. Lively is dressed in what I assume is his native dress code, he wears a cap, a large green coloured tee, shorts and skate shoes.
We go downstairs and we’re the only ones of our crew here. Lively takes a lap of the food pontoon while I tuck into a cooked breakfast. I choose, scrambled eggs, a mini croissant, baked beans, fake bacon, chicken sausages and wedges, sadly there’s no hash browns. I also go for a small side plate of fresh fruit and it will be the only fresh fruit I eat during the entire week.
During our meal I start off with fruit juice, two small glasses, Apple, then this amazing Mango juice. When I’m done eating I wash it all down with black coffee. Lively drinks a cup of tea and by the time we finish up it’s almost 10:30am.
We start to head in the direction of the elevators passing the bar lounge along the way where we spot Jdoggy and Soly who are hanging out with Jeff on a sofa. On the opposite side of the bar is Nathan and Kym and then it clicks, they don’t know each other, I’m the connection.
So I invite them over and make introductions “hi this the lovely Nathan and this is his, um, err, Kym”
I don’t know Kym, we’ve sent each other email, but this is literally the first time we’ve met, she’s dressed in a tight fitting singlet thing that is form fitting and somehow reminds me of a ladies one piece bathing suit. The singlet thing fits neatly into daisy duke denim shorts, then for flair she accessorizes by wearing thongs and black framed glasses to complete the look which adds minor sophistication that says, single white female, professional. I watch Lively and Jeff’s reaction and it’s priceless, it’s the stuff nerds have wet dreams over, think - hot librarian sex fantasy, geek chic, gamer girl, then I look at Kym and the expression says it all, “Hmm...No”, no chance fellas, you’re fat.
The whole first introductions make me laugh, I look over at Nathan squirming and trying not to laugh out loud, he gets it, I don’t even consider what Lively and Jeff are thinking but nevertheless i’m not one to stop them from trying. Besides it’s going to be too much fun just watching.
Joggy is sitting with his wife Soly. She is an Asian beauty model and not to mention cool-as-fuck.
If there was ever two people that complemented each other as well as these two then I guess it’s Jenny & Jason. But Soly chimes in as though we’re all old friends, the feeling is cool, comfortable, we’re all really relaxed this morning and everyone is excited to get this holiday underway. Joggy is taller and more filled out since I saw him last, he smokes cigarettes and we fall into conversation like we’ve just gotten off Team Speak, the conversation simply rolls on, he says “What’s first Mr. B?”
I tell him we should venture out soon and go get our bearings.
We wander down the block and the crew stop at HSBC and withdraw funds, then we walk to the corner of Bukit Bintang Rd and here at the crosswalk we cross over to BB Plaza which morphs into Sungei Wang Plaza as it extends around the block.
I go to show Joggy, Soly, Nathe, Kym and Lively BB Plaza, but I forget that Nathan and Kym had arrived almost half a day early and already know where it is.
I walk down a flight of stairs entering the plaza at the basement level, I split off from the guys and walk over to a money changer that my sister has recommended. I go to change $500 AUD and my money changes back at somewhere just over RM1650. It’s a nice fat stack of 50’s and the money clip barely gets around it. Nathe and Kym have waited for me to catch up and Joggy and Soly slink off their own way as does Jeff and Lively. We do a quick lap of the complex, it’s not a proper recon but it’s enough to know where the central point is, for example like where Parkson’s connects to the mall and where the escalators are. We waste no time here, though I somehow manage to buy a Domo-kun phone cover and a cheap wallet embossed with a Timberland logo. It’s silly crap but useful for the duration of the trip.
On the way out we stop by a Maxis kiosk as this is the phone carrier that i have researched that will be able to sell us sim chips for the duration of our stay in KL, but for some reason they’re not able to activate these sims for purchase until 12:00, nothing more is explained, it feels like a lame excuse for shitty customer service and we say fuck it and move on.
We assemble outside and walk around the corner to Low Yat Plaza, Nathe was here the day before as well but didn’t get to explore it as much as he could have on the account that Kym wasn’t too interested at looking at IT stuff. We go up a few floors and I buy a copy of Uncharted 3 which is a Playstation 3 video game, i’m promised that it will work for my region at home and pick it up for a measly 105 ringgit. I go up another floor and buy a 32Gb micro SD for my handset which is made by Kingston, I forget what I paid for it but the initial amount is cheaper than what I’ve seen online or in stores back home.
The fellas look at computer parts, Lively is keen to get some peripherals as am I. I take mental note of some of the prices for Razor gear, I search in earnest for a Logitech G9x mouse but don’t see one.
I also scope out a G510 keyboard which at the time I have no real way of knowing if these are any good, I will show this keyboard to Jeff later on in the week but for the time being file it away in my mental vault and press on.
Catching up with Joggy and Soly I find them wandering around the upper floors and hunting around for a phone dealer that will sell us phone sims. The phone carrier is Digi and have nfi how good or bad they really are. Anyway the guy at the counter won’t sell these to us unless we all have ID, like a drivers license or a passport, basically something with a photo. I’ve made the mistake of stepping out with only my money clip and fat roll of cash and no ID. So Joggy agrees to use his ID to purchase the sims and the dealer even goes to the extent of activating the sim cards for our immediate use.
Once this is done we don’t hang about and Jeff comes back to me holding a rubber phone protector designed for the Xperia Play that he’s picked up for 2 ringgit. I put the exoskeleton around my phone but the front face keep slipping off so I take it off and put it into my pocket. Joggy hands out the sim cards still in their packaging with the phone numbers written in blue biro across the card. Then Joggy asks me, “Where to now Mr B?”
We leave Low Yat and walking back up the way we came down around the corner from BB Plaza we stop at a 7 Eleven. Joggy buys cigarettes and I buy up some Red Bull in a small concentrated form.
I step outside crack open the can and finish it in seconds, then get started on a second can. My heart rate is jacked and i’m cracked out on my pixie drink, eyes registering everything, I can see the future!
Nathan crosses the street with Joggy and they go inside what looks like a military surplus store but ends up being this novelty t-shirt emporium. The t-shirts are okay but we don’t buy anything.
We walk down the block, passing beggars, mothers with their children, their heads down low and their hands out pleading. Unfretted we press on, Jeff is already bored, shuffling, with his trademark dour expression that says, “Next”.
We’re at the cross walk of Bukit Bintang, we cross over to the other side noting key points of interest, the shopping malls of Lot 10, Fahrenheit 88, Sephora which is pimpled onto the face of Star Hill Gallery until we reach this town’s shopping mecca – The Pavilion. Even when we’re a good 5 metres away from the sliding doors the air conditioning hits us like a gift from God.
We go inside and notice the westernising of Xmas decorations everywhere, it’s done really well, locals queue around the Xmas display at the mall main entrance and take photographs of one another, it’s weird and it’s like a huge deal to feel included in this hype, though I don’t get why they’re all so into it, is it the posing? or is it the idea of family at Xmas, the joy, the love, that warmth that can be translated into any culture.
We don’t look at the stores here this morning and instead decide to head down an escalator towards the food court. It’s massive and it’s all food glorious food. We go along a few stores and see sweet breads, sticky cakes, cream buns and other mouth watering delights. We pass a store selling jerked meat, no pork, but various types of flavoured meats that comes out of a machine fresh, reddish and sickly sweet smelling. Nathan flutters about like the proverbial hummingbird that must eat it’s own weight in nectar as we pass by more pastry stores and he buzzes about frantically, unsure of his choices until we reach a store that sells lollies and he retches “Candy!’ like Sloth from The Goonies.
I follow him inside unsure of what to make of it but once I’m in I can immediately appreciate the variety of dry snack foods versus the soft sugary lollies that are on display ready to be scooped up by chrome trowels. We sample the wares and then I wander about looking for snack foods.
I go for some soy based Indian flavoured snacks, these will soak up the beer in my stomach after the evening binges I tell myself. While Nathan buys up enough lollies that would fill me for a month, he points out, “this will hold me for a day” and he’s not joking his ability to consume sugar is unparalleled.
I go to show Joggy, Soly, Nathe, Kym and Lively BB Plaza, but I forget that Nathan and Kym had arrived almost half a day early and already know where it is.
I walk down a flight of stairs entering the plaza at the basement level, I split off from the guys and walk over to a money changer that my sister has recommended. I go to change $500 AUD and my money changes back at somewhere just over RM1650. It’s a nice fat stack of 50’s and the money clip barely gets around it. Nathe and Kym have waited for me to catch up and Joggy and Soly slink off their own way as does Jeff and Lively. We do a quick lap of the complex, it’s not a proper recon but it’s enough to know where the central point is, for example like where Parkson’s connects to the mall and where the escalators are. We waste no time here, though I somehow manage to buy a Domo-kun phone cover and a cheap wallet embossed with a Timberland logo. It’s silly crap but useful for the duration of the trip.
On the way out we stop by a Maxis kiosk as this is the phone carrier that i have researched that will be able to sell us sim chips for the duration of our stay in KL, but for some reason they’re not able to activate these sims for purchase until 12:00, nothing more is explained, it feels like a lame excuse for shitty customer service and we say fuck it and move on.
We assemble outside and walk around the corner to Low Yat Plaza, Nathe was here the day before as well but didn’t get to explore it as much as he could have on the account that Kym wasn’t too interested at looking at IT stuff. We go up a few floors and I buy a copy of Uncharted 3 which is a Playstation 3 video game, i’m promised that it will work for my region at home and pick it up for a measly 105 ringgit. I go up another floor and buy a 32Gb micro SD for my handset which is made by Kingston, I forget what I paid for it but the initial amount is cheaper than what I’ve seen online or in stores back home.
The fellas look at computer parts, Lively is keen to get some peripherals as am I. I take mental note of some of the prices for Razor gear, I search in earnest for a Logitech G9x mouse but don’t see one.
I also scope out a G510 keyboard which at the time I have no real way of knowing if these are any good, I will show this keyboard to Jeff later on in the week but for the time being file it away in my mental vault and press on.
Catching up with Joggy and Soly I find them wandering around the upper floors and hunting around for a phone dealer that will sell us phone sims. The phone carrier is Digi and have nfi how good or bad they really are. Anyway the guy at the counter won’t sell these to us unless we all have ID, like a drivers license or a passport, basically something with a photo. I’ve made the mistake of stepping out with only my money clip and fat roll of cash and no ID. So Joggy agrees to use his ID to purchase the sims and the dealer even goes to the extent of activating the sim cards for our immediate use.
Once this is done we don’t hang about and Jeff comes back to me holding a rubber phone protector designed for the Xperia Play that he’s picked up for 2 ringgit. I put the exoskeleton around my phone but the front face keep slipping off so I take it off and put it into my pocket. Joggy hands out the sim cards still in their packaging with the phone numbers written in blue biro across the card. Then Joggy asks me, “Where to now Mr B?”
We leave Low Yat and walking back up the way we came down around the corner from BB Plaza we stop at a 7 Eleven. Joggy buys cigarettes and I buy up some Red Bull in a small concentrated form.
I step outside crack open the can and finish it in seconds, then get started on a second can. My heart rate is jacked and i’m cracked out on my pixie drink, eyes registering everything, I can see the future!
Nathan crosses the street with Joggy and they go inside what looks like a military surplus store but ends up being this novelty t-shirt emporium. The t-shirts are okay but we don’t buy anything.
We walk down the block, passing beggars, mothers with their children, their heads down low and their hands out pleading. Unfretted we press on, Jeff is already bored, shuffling, with his trademark dour expression that says, “Next”.
We’re at the cross walk of Bukit Bintang, we cross over to the other side noting key points of interest, the shopping malls of Lot 10, Fahrenheit 88, Sephora which is pimpled onto the face of Star Hill Gallery until we reach this town’s shopping mecca – The Pavilion. Even when we’re a good 5 metres away from the sliding doors the air conditioning hits us like a gift from God.
We go inside and notice the westernising of Xmas decorations everywhere, it’s done really well, locals queue around the Xmas display at the mall main entrance and take photographs of one another, it’s weird and it’s like a huge deal to feel included in this hype, though I don’t get why they’re all so into it, is it the posing? or is it the idea of family at Xmas, the joy, the love, that warmth that can be translated into any culture.
We don’t look at the stores here this morning and instead decide to head down an escalator towards the food court. It’s massive and it’s all food glorious food. We go along a few stores and see sweet breads, sticky cakes, cream buns and other mouth watering delights. We pass a store selling jerked meat, no pork, but various types of flavoured meats that comes out of a machine fresh, reddish and sickly sweet smelling. Nathan flutters about like the proverbial hummingbird that must eat it’s own weight in nectar as we pass by more pastry stores and he buzzes about frantically, unsure of his choices until we reach a store that sells lollies and he retches “Candy!’ like Sloth from The Goonies.
I follow him inside unsure of what to make of it but once I’m in I can immediately appreciate the variety of dry snack foods versus the soft sugary lollies that are on display ready to be scooped up by chrome trowels. We sample the wares and then I wander about looking for snack foods.
I go for some soy based Indian flavoured snacks, these will soak up the beer in my stomach after the evening binges I tell myself. While Nathan buys up enough lollies that would fill me for a month, he points out, “this will hold me for a day” and he’s not joking his ability to consume sugar is unparalleled.
While it’s all tasty stuff and since the gang is altogether for today we make the decision to play it somewhat safe and elect to go to Tony Romas for lunch.
We’re seated immediately, luckily we get a table for all seven of us.
Looking at the menu though I realise that there’s been a few changes, sadly there’s no chicken bites and no ranch style dressing which I love to gargle with my chicken bites, also the Root Beer floats are off the menu. I’m upset further that the A&W Grape drink is not on the list either so I’ll have to settle for A&W Raspberry which tastes like any of the same red Schweppes drinks we get back home. Meh! me and my first world problems.
We begin to order and a male waiter goes to take my order first, I stop him and point towards Soly and say that, “the lady will order first”. This isn’t mocking or false chivalry, I’m being serious. I don’t know what the custom is in this country but I make my point without changing my tone or raising an eyebrow. I look over at Soly and she just seems to take it all in her stride like this is nothing new. I feel bad about it and when the order moves along to Kym, she makes some excuse to Nathan saying she’s not hungry right now and decides to go off to Tangs for a quick shop while we all eat.
The mains come out fast and we hoe into these wasting no time at all,
While we eat Lively remarks on the annoyance of the single one ringgit bill, “It’s pointless”
Jeff suggests we play a game with each other similar to how we play coins in the office.
The idea of coins is whenever a colleague asks for change to a paper note, you load them up with as much small change as possible. Nathan and I have played this game for years only we tend to call this game “bastard” as that’s the first thing you say when someone hands you a sock full of dirty coins. Jeff lays out the rules and the main rule is that you can never refuse to accept to take the singles. We all agree to play and I’m able to immediately shove a handful of singles towards Jeff as compensation for him picking up the bill for the booze the night before. He try’s to play it off, “Oh fuck off”, but I smile and say, “You can’t refuse pal, plus I insist to pay for my share of the drinks”. Jeff grudgingly accepts my wad of singles and whispers, “the game isn’t over”
We’re seated immediately, luckily we get a table for all seven of us.
Looking at the menu though I realise that there’s been a few changes, sadly there’s no chicken bites and no ranch style dressing which I love to gargle with my chicken bites, also the Root Beer floats are off the menu. I’m upset further that the A&W Grape drink is not on the list either so I’ll have to settle for A&W Raspberry which tastes like any of the same red Schweppes drinks we get back home. Meh! me and my first world problems.
We begin to order and a male waiter goes to take my order first, I stop him and point towards Soly and say that, “the lady will order first”. This isn’t mocking or false chivalry, I’m being serious. I don’t know what the custom is in this country but I make my point without changing my tone or raising an eyebrow. I look over at Soly and she just seems to take it all in her stride like this is nothing new. I feel bad about it and when the order moves along to Kym, she makes some excuse to Nathan saying she’s not hungry right now and decides to go off to Tangs for a quick shop while we all eat.
The mains come out fast and we hoe into these wasting no time at all,
While we eat Lively remarks on the annoyance of the single one ringgit bill, “It’s pointless”
Jeff suggests we play a game with each other similar to how we play coins in the office.
The idea of coins is whenever a colleague asks for change to a paper note, you load them up with as much small change as possible. Nathan and I have played this game for years only we tend to call this game “bastard” as that’s the first thing you say when someone hands you a sock full of dirty coins. Jeff lays out the rules and the main rule is that you can never refuse to accept to take the singles. We all agree to play and I’m able to immediately shove a handful of singles towards Jeff as compensation for him picking up the bill for the booze the night before. He try’s to play it off, “Oh fuck off”, but I smile and say, “You can’t refuse pal, plus I insist to pay for my share of the drinks”. Jeff grudgingly accepts my wad of singles and whispers, “the game isn’t over”
While we’re finishing up Kym finds her way back to the table electing to pick at a few stray French fries off Nathan’s plate. I ask her about Tangs, she says “it’s good”, and I ask her whether she saw any decent luggage, she says she saw some that was on sale and this is good information for me to file away for later, I already know that there’s a slim chance of finding a 2 tone trolley case by Mandarina Duck but there is still a very good chance of finding a suitcase by Benetton or possibly find Samsonite marked down.
When we pile out of Tony Roma’s we’re full to bursting. We leave a fat tip which is fun for Jeff as he’s managed to ditch a fist of singles. Jeff says, “It wasn’t as good as it was last year” and he’s right. Joggy asks, “Where to?” and while we’re not sure we all agree that going outside is probably the way to go.
When we pile out of Tony Roma’s we’re full to bursting. We leave a fat tip which is fun for Jeff as he’s managed to ditch a fist of singles. Jeff says, “It wasn’t as good as it was last year” and he’s right. Joggy asks, “Where to?” and while we’re not sure we all agree that going outside is probably the way to go.
We filter outside and leave the soothing charms of the mall’s air conditioning and head out onto Bukit Bintang until we come close to the Picolo Hotel where we had enquired earlier about the Kenko massage therapy. The older lady in the Kimono recognises us and leads us into the hotel past the lobby and up two floors separated by escalators.
Once we’re inside Kenko’s we’re told to sit down and to take off our shoes and then an assistant passes out laminated A4 sized menu’s showing the costs of the various treatments on offer. I’m unsure of what I’m to ask for so Soly and Joggy act as my guide. Joggy works the assistant over to manufacture a deal that will please us, using his ply of the grift Joggy manages to flesh out the best deal for all of us, he makes certain that we will receive a 90 minute massage plus an additional 30 minutes of foot reflexology. Nathan says he’ll be in for that. Lively and Jeff make a slight alteration to the package and instead of the 90 mins full body massage and 30 minute foot reflexology they opt for a 30 minute fish foot spa instead of the reflexology. Within moments we’re being herded in different directions, I say goodbye to Jeff and Lively and don’t see them until we’re back at the hotel.
Once we’re inside Kenko’s we’re told to sit down and to take off our shoes and then an assistant passes out laminated A4 sized menu’s showing the costs of the various treatments on offer. I’m unsure of what I’m to ask for so Soly and Joggy act as my guide. Joggy works the assistant over to manufacture a deal that will please us, using his ply of the grift Joggy manages to flesh out the best deal for all of us, he makes certain that we will receive a 90 minute massage plus an additional 30 minutes of foot reflexology. Nathan says he’ll be in for that. Lively and Jeff make a slight alteration to the package and instead of the 90 mins full body massage and 30 minute foot reflexology they opt for a 30 minute fish foot spa instead of the reflexology. Within moments we’re being herded in different directions, I say goodbye to Jeff and Lively and don’t see them until we’re back at the hotel.
Nathan and I are led down a passage way where there are many massage beds, postered with silk curtains dividing each bed. We’re led towards the back where the lights are low and there seems to be no one else here but ourselves. We’re told to strip down to underwear and the masseuse leaves the curtained area while I do this. Nathan and I are giggling like school girls as I strip off like a husky Chippendale. I fold and stack my clothes in the corner next to my shoes and I lie down on the bed waiting for the massage to begin. But instead my masseuse comes in with a wooden bucket of warm water and asks me to sit up at the edge of the bed. She gives me a sponge bath and takes time to really get the scent of sweat off my body. While she cleans my skin she asks me have I had a massage before and I tell her only head and shoulder massages but nothing significant for a while. She tells me that she is going to work the muscles while they are cold and promises that the stretching will be minimal and just to get the blood flowing. It won’t be a Chinese massage, thank goodness, but it will be deeper than say a Balinese massage of which I’m told that this is traditionally what first timers like me usually choose. She has me stand up and she towels me off, next she does this elaborate thing with the towels, laying them across the bed, before asking me to lie down with my head and face fitting neatly into a hole made in the temper foam mattress. I lie there for a long time waiting for her to get started, I look over at Nathan through the silk curtain and he’s lying there waiting too, instinctively we both start giggling.
I tune out listening to the sensual Jazz music which is playing softly from speakers somewhere hidden in the ceiling above. I don’t even hear my masseuse come in until she’s walking on top of the mattress. She kneels beside me and does some exchange with the towels and then begins to apply oils to my skin, this makes a sexy schlucking sound as she rubs it all over my body. Once i’m sufficiently lubed she starts working the head and shoulder muscles, which is followed by careful pinching and stretching of arm muscles, then my legs till eventually my entire body and all of my muscles are warmed up, I can feel the blood coursing into different areas of my back. As I’m lying there I wonder, “Is that it?” but quickly realise that this isn’t the main event. My masseuse then begins the massage, starting from the top and working every muscle thoroughly. She takes me to the threshold many times where I might yelp out “Ouch” but somehow I don’t. I lie there with my face protruding out of this hole in the temper foam mattress breathing hard. She doesn’t say anything to me, she doesn’t have to, after a mere 20 minutes i’m like clay slipping between her fingers, she moves me this way and that, working each part of the body slow, then comes pain, followed by slow gentle rubbing and then it gets progressively deeper, harder which brings more pain until again I’m at breaking point. Then there are moments where I am half awake, drooling from the agony and ecstasy, i’m constantly teetering close to the edge of sleep, though sharp pain flashes like lightening behind the eyes forcing me stay here in the moment. Oh but it’s a good pain, one you could get used to. My hands make fists in the foam, gripping tight as though for dear life.
She rolls me over and lubes me up, then begins to work my front. Bashfully my penis swells, it moves slightly and I have to suppress whatever sexy thoughts are swirling around in my head to prevent reaching half mast. I watch her in the darkness, though she never makes eye contact, except when to move me around and readjust the towels, she gets the sense when she’s taken me to the limits of my pain tolerances, but her hands are always exploring, kneading the flesh carefully. She looks tired, old, but yet there is sensuality, she performs this act lovingly, tenderly, providing me with both what my body needs physically and mentally beyond what I think I can handle.
Music lingers in the ceiling ducts above us, it is dreamlike and I lay on back, my body being caressed feeling like a fucking rock star. I enjoy this special moment between us. And when she props me up to sit, I want to reach out to her and kiss her on the mouth. It’s not a kiss of passion, rather of sincere thanks to her kindness. But I don’t. I sit there drunk from the pain, the endorphins and toxins swirling around, she disappears and then reappears with a wooden bucket of warm water, she washes me all over, removing the oils, cleaning my pore, then she sits on a small wood foot stool and hoists my legs across her lap. She works the muscles in my calves, my ankles before making her way to my feet. Then she produces a foot scrub which burns my flesh, sizzling ever so slightly and then she begins to work her thumbs into the base of my foot, probing nerve endings, she hits several which I can feel throughout my body, she touches on one that I can feel through to my penis and I get hard.
When we are finished with the foot scrub and foot reflexology it has been 2 hours, she disappears while I am drying myself and reappears with a hot broth that she says is good to open up the skin pores and will be kind to my body from the toxins that have been released. She is good and kinder to me than anyone other than a lover, or family has ever been to me in a long while. She helps towel my feet and tells me to dress after I have finished sipping at the bowl of broth.
When dressed in my street clothes she leads me towards the cash register and she gives me her card and her staff number in case I wish to use her again later on the week. I am in a dream state, I tell her how grateful I am, I feel drunk and high as fuck, the feeling is both physically stimulating and sexual, my head swooning with pleasure. I look over at Nathe and his look mirrors my own, we both pay the agreed amount and as we leave the Kenko spa I tell Nathe how I want to do this every day.
We hit the street and bump into Soly and Joggy who are walking back to the hotel, Joggy asks me, “How was it?”, I tell him “I’m feeling goood!” and he laughs with the same high as fuck expression as I have.
She rolls me over and lubes me up, then begins to work my front. Bashfully my penis swells, it moves slightly and I have to suppress whatever sexy thoughts are swirling around in my head to prevent reaching half mast. I watch her in the darkness, though she never makes eye contact, except when to move me around and readjust the towels, she gets the sense when she’s taken me to the limits of my pain tolerances, but her hands are always exploring, kneading the flesh carefully. She looks tired, old, but yet there is sensuality, she performs this act lovingly, tenderly, providing me with both what my body needs physically and mentally beyond what I think I can handle.
Music lingers in the ceiling ducts above us, it is dreamlike and I lay on back, my body being caressed feeling like a fucking rock star. I enjoy this special moment between us. And when she props me up to sit, I want to reach out to her and kiss her on the mouth. It’s not a kiss of passion, rather of sincere thanks to her kindness. But I don’t. I sit there drunk from the pain, the endorphins and toxins swirling around, she disappears and then reappears with a wooden bucket of warm water, she washes me all over, removing the oils, cleaning my pore, then she sits on a small wood foot stool and hoists my legs across her lap. She works the muscles in my calves, my ankles before making her way to my feet. Then she produces a foot scrub which burns my flesh, sizzling ever so slightly and then she begins to work her thumbs into the base of my foot, probing nerve endings, she hits several which I can feel throughout my body, she touches on one that I can feel through to my penis and I get hard.
When we are finished with the foot scrub and foot reflexology it has been 2 hours, she disappears while I am drying myself and reappears with a hot broth that she says is good to open up the skin pores and will be kind to my body from the toxins that have been released. She is good and kinder to me than anyone other than a lover, or family has ever been to me in a long while. She helps towel my feet and tells me to dress after I have finished sipping at the bowl of broth.
When dressed in my street clothes she leads me towards the cash register and she gives me her card and her staff number in case I wish to use her again later on the week. I am in a dream state, I tell her how grateful I am, I feel drunk and high as fuck, the feeling is both physically stimulating and sexual, my head swooning with pleasure. I look over at Nathe and his look mirrors my own, we both pay the agreed amount and as we leave the Kenko spa I tell Nathe how I want to do this every day.
We hit the street and bump into Soly and Joggy who are walking back to the hotel, Joggy asks me, “How was it?”, I tell him “I’m feeling goood!” and he laughs with the same high as fuck expression as I have.
When we head inside Nathe excuses himself and heads upstairs to check in on Kym, I catch up with
Joggy and Soly who are both heading towards the elevators, Joggy cranes his neck to see if he can spot the lads lurking in the downstairs bar, the three of us make a b-line for the bar looking for Lively and Jeff, when I eye spy the two of them tucked into one of the many corners, sitting together on a lounge suite drinking bourbon and eating club sandwiches.
“Evening bitches”, then Jeff says, “Man you gotta try these club sandwiches”. Lively has switched from mixing his bourbon with cola to lemonade, he asks me, “Hey how was it?”, we exchange stories and he tells me that fish foot spa was; “kinda cool, once you get used to the fish nibbling at your feet” and that he actually did have a massage a few beds down from Nathe and I, with the minor detail that his masseuse was a man. Lively has his head down as he says this and I worry that if I was at half mast from my foot reflexology then perhaps his decision to go for the fish foot spa as an alternative wasn’t entirely a bad idea.
Meanwhile, Joggy and Soly decide to head upstairs and I ask the gang, “Wanna meet upstairs in the Club Lounge around 5:30pm?”, everyone agrees, except Jeff who says “Really, why bother we got everything we need here”, and it’s a fair point, but since we have already shelled out for club rooms it kind of seems pointless to me that we don’t at least go up there at least once for sundowners.
Jeff grumbles something about how the spirits in the lounge are shit and there’s nothing there that he wants. I can’t argue as it’s true but instead ignore what’s being said and go for glib, upbeat I suggest we all meet up there later on. Joggy is immediately supportive and says, “Let’s check it out”.
Joggy, Soly and I leave Jeff and Lively downstairs in the bar and return to our rooms, Joggy and Soly are one room down the hall from me, but these rooms are not connected, instead they are separated by linen cabinets or some auxiliary function for perhaps housekeeping or maintenance.
I doff my kicks and stretch out on the bed, I grab the remote and cycle through a few TV channels but don’t find anything I like and the time between sundowners and now is not long, so I turn back on the TV and tune out.
Joggy and Soly who are both heading towards the elevators, Joggy cranes his neck to see if he can spot the lads lurking in the downstairs bar, the three of us make a b-line for the bar looking for Lively and Jeff, when I eye spy the two of them tucked into one of the many corners, sitting together on a lounge suite drinking bourbon and eating club sandwiches.
“Evening bitches”, then Jeff says, “Man you gotta try these club sandwiches”. Lively has switched from mixing his bourbon with cola to lemonade, he asks me, “Hey how was it?”, we exchange stories and he tells me that fish foot spa was; “kinda cool, once you get used to the fish nibbling at your feet” and that he actually did have a massage a few beds down from Nathe and I, with the minor detail that his masseuse was a man. Lively has his head down as he says this and I worry that if I was at half mast from my foot reflexology then perhaps his decision to go for the fish foot spa as an alternative wasn’t entirely a bad idea.
Meanwhile, Joggy and Soly decide to head upstairs and I ask the gang, “Wanna meet upstairs in the Club Lounge around 5:30pm?”, everyone agrees, except Jeff who says “Really, why bother we got everything we need here”, and it’s a fair point, but since we have already shelled out for club rooms it kind of seems pointless to me that we don’t at least go up there at least once for sundowners.
Jeff grumbles something about how the spirits in the lounge are shit and there’s nothing there that he wants. I can’t argue as it’s true but instead ignore what’s being said and go for glib, upbeat I suggest we all meet up there later on. Joggy is immediately supportive and says, “Let’s check it out”.
Joggy, Soly and I leave Jeff and Lively downstairs in the bar and return to our rooms, Joggy and Soly are one room down the hall from me, but these rooms are not connected, instead they are separated by linen cabinets or some auxiliary function for perhaps housekeeping or maintenance.
I doff my kicks and stretch out on the bed, I grab the remote and cycle through a few TV channels but don’t find anything I like and the time between sundowners and now is not long, so I turn back on the TV and tune out.
When I leave my room it is already after 5:30pm, I imagine that the gang will have already begun to assemble. After a short elevator ride to the 25th floor I walk into the Club Lounge and spy Nathe and Kym sitting at a large round table, big enough for us all. I join them and place down my Samsung Galaxy tablet and go off to pour myself a drink and check out the canapés.
Kym and Nathe fuss over the canapés while I sip on a large glass of Gin and tonic, condensation beads down the length of the glass and soaks the paper drink coasters. Nathe mentions how I may need to ask the concierge for a club lounge access key for my tablet, but for some reason it connects immediately and I don’t have to endure this process. I click Gmail and type out a quick message to Dad and Kelly.
Arrived safe and well last night
I just got back from a massage
Fucking brilliant!
I’m gonna go again for sure
Kym and Nathe fuss over the canapés while I sip on a large glass of Gin and tonic, condensation beads down the length of the glass and soaks the paper drink coasters. Nathe mentions how I may need to ask the concierge for a club lounge access key for my tablet, but for some reason it connects immediately and I don’t have to endure this process. I click Gmail and type out a quick message to Dad and Kelly.
Arrived safe and well last night
I just got back from a massage
Fucking brilliant!
I’m gonna go again for sure
Showed the guys all the shops
I didn't get my shopping done though
I didn't get my shopping done though
Taxi ride in from the airport was a crack up
Having a Gn’T right now
Might go to The Ship tonite for dinner
Having a Gn’T right now
Might go to The Ship tonite for dinner
Gotta go!
We’re close to finishing up when Joggy and Soly walk in, they tell us that they came up to the club lounge earlier to look for us earlier but didn’t see anyone and headed back downstairs. Nathe asks if they had checked around the corner and it’s realised that’s where both Kym and Nathe were hiding.
With the confusion behind us I ask where Jeff and Lively are and Joggy tells me that they’re both downstairs right where we left them. Joggy suggests we finish our drinks and head downstairs to meet them but then the subject of dinner comes up and I have this gut feeling (sic) that Jeff may have discussed dinner plans with the others and I’m right on the money when Joggy says that the plan is to have either the international buffet or order more room service. Joggy thinks that the boys are looking to stay in and have a few quiet drinks and after the long day he and Soly have had, without the same amount of sleep as what we had, I get the feeling that Joggy’s keen to have a quiet one also.
But i’m not content, i’m still trying to put as much as I can into each moment and i’m overjoyed when Kym and Nathe tell me that they want to go out for some late night shopping. This arrangement suits me ideally as I need to grab some briefs and socks for tomorrow. I ask Joggy if he’s up for some late night shopping but he says no, instead we agree that I’ll call him as soon as we’re done shopping some we can meet up later on. So with plans made we all go to the elevators, but first I make a quick stop to drop off my tablet and then together with Nathe and Kym head down to the lobby.
The three of us walk to the Pavilion, once there Kym goes off in one direction and Nathe and I head off in another. We head over to Sub clothing where Nathe can’t decide on t-shirts and this apparently is going to take some time to figure out. While he does this I wander down to the Ralph Lauren store and ask about Classic Fit long sleeve shirts and other garments in a XXL size. I’m shown some long sleeve ruby tops and some sporting themed polo’s. I look at the shoes they have in stock hoping to spot the Venetian driver loafers I’ve seen on the Ralph Lauren website. I ask about the navy blue track pants I’ve seen on the website but the young store attendant says he hasn’t had these at the store before and I’m disappointed. We’re at a critical juncture now where the attendant can walk away and serve someone else as he’s wasted a fair amount of time on me, then I ask to see some classic mesh polo’s to which he happily obliges. He asks did I want to look at the big pony form fitting styles and I say no and state that the classic fit polo’s will be fine. Eventually I settle on two polo’s, one in classic white and the other in red. On leaving the store I think to enquire about jocks and socks but then I have to meet up with Nathan at Sub so I press on.
At Sub, Nathan is still undecided, he has this idea of a combination of colours, prints and this is more troubling than trying to complete a Rubix cube while drunk. He gets to the point where he’s certain and then when it looks like he’s ready to commit to the purchase and the attendant asks him, “So this is all Sir?” he stops, proceeds to um and err then changes his mind and then spirals into total confusion. It’s painful to watch, the nervous twitch, the desperate gamblers look of uncertainty, and these are only t-shirts, I’ve just spent a three times the amount of money that he is considering spending on just two polo tops. Nathan tells me he needs a minute, so I go for another walk down the mall and eye-spy Brooks Brothers on the floor beneath us and make a mental note to go there later on in the week and to check out the classic chinos.
When I come back Nathan has decided on six t-shirt’s and is paying using his credit card, he looks at the time on his mobile and says, “We still have some time before we have to meet Kym what’s next?” and I whisper “Underwear”. We go to Parksons on the other side of the mall and after riding the escalators to the upper floors I venture over to men’s underwear section. I see plenty of brands here, Calvin Klein, Armani and BUM equipment just to name a few. I search in vain for the Calvin’s of my youth, the thigh hugging boxer briefs, when I ask about these a cocksure store attendant tells me that they don’t make these anymore and all they seem to have is these really short leg lengths for their briefs and their other styles are boxers and clones of jockey y-fronts. But then I spot the same style I’m after, the boxer briefs that come mid way down the thigh and these are being sold by Byford of London. “Of course Byford’s”, I exclaim. I bought Byford’s last year and they were magic in preventing thigh chafing from all the walking we were doing. Thankfully these come as a twin pack and I find a double x-large pack sold in the colours blue and black. While walking towards the cash register I decide that I’ll also need fresh socks in the morning, but instead of buying twin pack or something more practical I settle on just a single pair of ankle cut socks by Paul Frank, these are cute, they come with the monkey logo stamped over the orange coloured socks and I decide they’re perfect, just loud enough to be different.
With the confusion behind us I ask where Jeff and Lively are and Joggy tells me that they’re both downstairs right where we left them. Joggy suggests we finish our drinks and head downstairs to meet them but then the subject of dinner comes up and I have this gut feeling (sic) that Jeff may have discussed dinner plans with the others and I’m right on the money when Joggy says that the plan is to have either the international buffet or order more room service. Joggy thinks that the boys are looking to stay in and have a few quiet drinks and after the long day he and Soly have had, without the same amount of sleep as what we had, I get the feeling that Joggy’s keen to have a quiet one also.
But i’m not content, i’m still trying to put as much as I can into each moment and i’m overjoyed when Kym and Nathe tell me that they want to go out for some late night shopping. This arrangement suits me ideally as I need to grab some briefs and socks for tomorrow. I ask Joggy if he’s up for some late night shopping but he says no, instead we agree that I’ll call him as soon as we’re done shopping some we can meet up later on. So with plans made we all go to the elevators, but first I make a quick stop to drop off my tablet and then together with Nathe and Kym head down to the lobby.
The three of us walk to the Pavilion, once there Kym goes off in one direction and Nathe and I head off in another. We head over to Sub clothing where Nathe can’t decide on t-shirts and this apparently is going to take some time to figure out. While he does this I wander down to the Ralph Lauren store and ask about Classic Fit long sleeve shirts and other garments in a XXL size. I’m shown some long sleeve ruby tops and some sporting themed polo’s. I look at the shoes they have in stock hoping to spot the Venetian driver loafers I’ve seen on the Ralph Lauren website. I ask about the navy blue track pants I’ve seen on the website but the young store attendant says he hasn’t had these at the store before and I’m disappointed. We’re at a critical juncture now where the attendant can walk away and serve someone else as he’s wasted a fair amount of time on me, then I ask to see some classic mesh polo’s to which he happily obliges. He asks did I want to look at the big pony form fitting styles and I say no and state that the classic fit polo’s will be fine. Eventually I settle on two polo’s, one in classic white and the other in red. On leaving the store I think to enquire about jocks and socks but then I have to meet up with Nathan at Sub so I press on.
At Sub, Nathan is still undecided, he has this idea of a combination of colours, prints and this is more troubling than trying to complete a Rubix cube while drunk. He gets to the point where he’s certain and then when it looks like he’s ready to commit to the purchase and the attendant asks him, “So this is all Sir?” he stops, proceeds to um and err then changes his mind and then spirals into total confusion. It’s painful to watch, the nervous twitch, the desperate gamblers look of uncertainty, and these are only t-shirts, I’ve just spent a three times the amount of money that he is considering spending on just two polo tops. Nathan tells me he needs a minute, so I go for another walk down the mall and eye-spy Brooks Brothers on the floor beneath us and make a mental note to go there later on in the week and to check out the classic chinos.
When I come back Nathan has decided on six t-shirt’s and is paying using his credit card, he looks at the time on his mobile and says, “We still have some time before we have to meet Kym what’s next?” and I whisper “Underwear”. We go to Parksons on the other side of the mall and after riding the escalators to the upper floors I venture over to men’s underwear section. I see plenty of brands here, Calvin Klein, Armani and BUM equipment just to name a few. I search in vain for the Calvin’s of my youth, the thigh hugging boxer briefs, when I ask about these a cocksure store attendant tells me that they don’t make these anymore and all they seem to have is these really short leg lengths for their briefs and their other styles are boxers and clones of jockey y-fronts. But then I spot the same style I’m after, the boxer briefs that come mid way down the thigh and these are being sold by Byford of London. “Of course Byford’s”, I exclaim. I bought Byford’s last year and they were magic in preventing thigh chafing from all the walking we were doing. Thankfully these come as a twin pack and I find a double x-large pack sold in the colours blue and black. While walking towards the cash register I decide that I’ll also need fresh socks in the morning, but instead of buying twin pack or something more practical I settle on just a single pair of ankle cut socks by Paul Frank, these are cute, they come with the monkey logo stamped over the orange coloured socks and I decide they’re perfect, just loud enough to be different.
Meanwhile Nathe has been buzzing about the floor looking at belts, when we catch up he says, “It’s time we went to meet Kym”
We venture over to the entrance of the Pavilion where the Xmas decorations have drawn the crowds, we find Kym easy enough and decide that since the others will mostly likely have eaten already it’s probably a good idea that we grab some dinner ourselves. Kym suggests that we check out the food court downstairs and I’m eager to take in some of the variety on offer as today all we’ve had thus far is western food. So we head off towards Tangs and go down two floors until we reach the food court. On the way down I see a LeSportsac store and Nathan and I find it so funny he suggest that I pose for a photo in front of the shop. I stand there for the photo, trying to keep a straight face.
Wandering around the food court Nathe, Kym and I look at various curries, Thai and Chinese dishes.
I decide I’m gonna try out some Thai Chicken, at the kiosk I end up negotiating with an old Asian grandmother who doesn’t understand what I’m saying. I feel like Deckard from Blade Runner trying to order food, I’m pointing at a picture of the dish I want, saying out loud “large, big big!” and she shakes her head laughing like the wicked witch of the west while on the flipside I don’t understand a single word of her gibberish, I just cross my fingers and hope for the best.
We venture over to the entrance of the Pavilion where the Xmas decorations have drawn the crowds, we find Kym easy enough and decide that since the others will mostly likely have eaten already it’s probably a good idea that we grab some dinner ourselves. Kym suggests that we check out the food court downstairs and I’m eager to take in some of the variety on offer as today all we’ve had thus far is western food. So we head off towards Tangs and go down two floors until we reach the food court. On the way down I see a LeSportsac store and Nathan and I find it so funny he suggest that I pose for a photo in front of the shop. I stand there for the photo, trying to keep a straight face.
Wandering around the food court Nathe, Kym and I look at various curries, Thai and Chinese dishes.
I decide I’m gonna try out some Thai Chicken, at the kiosk I end up negotiating with an old Asian grandmother who doesn’t understand what I’m saying. I feel like Deckard from Blade Runner trying to order food, I’m pointing at a picture of the dish I want, saying out loud “large, big big!” and she shakes her head laughing like the wicked witch of the west while on the flipside I don’t understand a single word of her gibberish, I just cross my fingers and hope for the best.
I go sit down and Kym hands me a bottle of water for which I’m grateful. They’ve decided on some elaborate mix of Thai seafood dish with noodles and what isn’t surprising is that they’re going to share the dish between them. Why isn’t this surprising you ask? These two act like a married couple, they have their spats, they’re cute n’ cozy, go shopping together, they’re sharing a room and when they talk it’s tinged with a lot of emotional investment. I’m unsure of Nathe’s role exactly, I can’t be sure if he’s the hairdresser husband, purse carrier or BFF. I know the fella’s would like the later to be true but there’s a degree of uncertainty, which for this trip is most likely a mutually agreeable cock-block defence shield to fend off the flies.
After dinner we leave the Pavilion and head back towards the hotel on foot. When I call Joggy all I can hear is background noise and by the sound of it one could be easily mistaken to think that they’re at a nightclub. I ask where they’re at and he tells me that they’re still downstairs only that they have relocated from the lounge bar to the sports bar.
In no time we’re back at the hotel, Kym heads upstairs to bed and I go with Nate and meet up with the crew at the sports bar. When we get there the crew are in the sweet afterglow of an evening of drinks and in-house menu service. I talk to Jeff about the food and he tells me that I have to try the burger, which is good to know. Joggy and Soly look tired and ready for bed, I forget how long they’ve been awake, since early evening yesterday Eastern standard. I order a beer, Nathe squirms nervously saying, “Ah I better head upstairs to check on Kym”, I shake my head laughing at how strange their arrangement is and hey sweet n’ cute it is at the same time. While I drink my frosty Carlsberg Lively and Jeff are content with doing a bit of internet surfing on their mobile devices. Lively drinks bourbon and lemonade and Jeff looks like he’s content with the beers. Jeff asks do we wanna make an evening of it, you know to get really stuck into the drinks but I really can’t be fucked. It’s only a little after 11pm and after the day we’ve had I figure that I’ll turn in early to rest up and get ready to do it all over again tomorrow. I talk to Brendan (Lively) about meeting up for breakie tomorrow morning and we agree on a time. Jeff tells me call him 20 mins before I head downstairs and I nod my head and say Goodnight.
On the way to the elevators Joggy and Soly join me for the ride and we agree that we’ll meet up downstairs, Joggy says, “We’ll wing it”. And to be honest that’s good enough for me.
I say Goodnight to the two of them and go into my room and take note of the turn down service, I smile appreciatively, the lights are low and the blackout curtains are closed. I think to pour myself a Canadian Club but I don’t have anything to mix it with so I don’t. I think to open the soy based snack foods but instead go for the Pringles from the night before, I munch on a few while updating my itinerary, marking off must have’s and must do’s off my list. I flick on the TV and there’s Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, fuck you Percy! this sucks balls. After all the fun today a nice long hot shower will straighten me out.
When I’m done in the bathroom I grab some valium and then slide into bed, and despite the annoying flick playing softly in the background I know now that sleep is sure to come easy enough, I wriggle about under the covers feeling every muscle, my skin still warm to the touch, then in no time at all drool begins to secrete at the corners of my mouth and within minutes I’m in zone, the static clouds in my head part and everything turns into marsh mellow, my neck goes slack, my head falls back into the propped up pillows and my eyes begin to close while watching Uma Thurman as Medusa battle it out in this tweener clash of the titans, I laugh out loud knowing i have no idea what the fuck is going on, but then I smile because in this warm and fuzzy state...I don’t have to.
In no time we’re back at the hotel, Kym heads upstairs to bed and I go with Nate and meet up with the crew at the sports bar. When we get there the crew are in the sweet afterglow of an evening of drinks and in-house menu service. I talk to Jeff about the food and he tells me that I have to try the burger, which is good to know. Joggy and Soly look tired and ready for bed, I forget how long they’ve been awake, since early evening yesterday Eastern standard. I order a beer, Nathe squirms nervously saying, “Ah I better head upstairs to check on Kym”, I shake my head laughing at how strange their arrangement is and hey sweet n’ cute it is at the same time. While I drink my frosty Carlsberg Lively and Jeff are content with doing a bit of internet surfing on their mobile devices. Lively drinks bourbon and lemonade and Jeff looks like he’s content with the beers. Jeff asks do we wanna make an evening of it, you know to get really stuck into the drinks but I really can’t be fucked. It’s only a little after 11pm and after the day we’ve had I figure that I’ll turn in early to rest up and get ready to do it all over again tomorrow. I talk to Brendan (Lively) about meeting up for breakie tomorrow morning and we agree on a time. Jeff tells me call him 20 mins before I head downstairs and I nod my head and say Goodnight.
On the way to the elevators Joggy and Soly join me for the ride and we agree that we’ll meet up downstairs, Joggy says, “We’ll wing it”. And to be honest that’s good enough for me.
I say Goodnight to the two of them and go into my room and take note of the turn down service, I smile appreciatively, the lights are low and the blackout curtains are closed. I think to pour myself a Canadian Club but I don’t have anything to mix it with so I don’t. I think to open the soy based snack foods but instead go for the Pringles from the night before, I munch on a few while updating my itinerary, marking off must have’s and must do’s off my list. I flick on the TV and there’s Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, fuck you Percy! this sucks balls. After all the fun today a nice long hot shower will straighten me out.
When I’m done in the bathroom I grab some valium and then slide into bed, and despite the annoying flick playing softly in the background I know now that sleep is sure to come easy enough, I wriggle about under the covers feeling every muscle, my skin still warm to the touch, then in no time at all drool begins to secrete at the corners of my mouth and within minutes I’m in zone, the static clouds in my head part and everything turns into marsh mellow, my neck goes slack, my head falls back into the propped up pillows and my eyes begin to close while watching Uma Thurman as Medusa battle it out in this tweener clash of the titans, I laugh out loud knowing i have no idea what the fuck is going on, but then I smile because in this warm and fuzzy state...I don’t have to.
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