Venice & Drama

 Off to Venice for a couple of days. As ex-OOD has never been to city of Saint Marc, thought it would be nice to arrange a two day stay prior heading to Tuscany. After some frantic calls to get a room, booking the tickets to Venice and trying to arrange the car rental for the Tuscan bit of the trip....I thought it was best for me to purchase ex-OOD's ab-fab suitcase he fell in love with 3 days ago whilst he could finish off his work. Headed to La Rinascente where the suitcase was located only to find out that the specific model was out of stock!!! AAARRGGGH!!!!...Ex-OOD was being utterly unhelpful on the phone as he kept repeating parrot style "but they had three of them a couple of days ago"....sure like if that was going to help. Did all the bleeding samsonite shops of Milan only to find the unique specimen left in a far flung Samsonite shop. In a black colour.

Got back home trailing that excess luggage only to get as I got back an "Oh it is black...." . Now I wanted to thump ex-OOD right then and there....way to say thank you......

 Trip to Venice went OK, found the hotel with no problem and we decided to head out to visit the town.....

Venice does change faces between the day when the train station just spews tourists and the evening when there is very few people and it is a joy to just walk and admire the city. 

your typical tourist rush hour jam.....

Then after touring the city, by a lost canal we got to get acquainted with Juan....the lovely chilean Juan who invited us to his place for drinks..... after getting to hear his lovely monologues with hilarious lines such:

    "In all modesty, I have lots of good qualities"

    "In all modesty, I am a very good catch" 

    "I just want a financially independent, intelligen, funny, good looking man"

 

Juan wanted to show us party party Venice by night, on the way to this amazing private party he did enquire about the nature of the relationship between ex-OOD and me.....It was obvious he was hitting on me, so I just gave confusing answers.

Private party was so great, ended up downing two mojitos and was quite tipsy by the end of it

Private party was fun. Juan hitting on me and me throwing him away like a punching ball. People were dressed in venitian costumes, sitting tight and eating from their picnic bags....it was obvious they were having a wee too much fun as the picture shows it. Meanwhile after two heavy handed mojitos I was really gone......oh dear.....time to go out to the disco!!!! 

 

We arrived at the disco too early of course. Juan was way drunk, excusing himself profusely to ex-OOD and whilst talking to me, trying to aim for my mouth for a snog. At the end we went to the disco....they played just Madonna at the beginning and then the horde of customers arrived....average age: 19 years old...niiiiiiiice.....

As our hotel had a curfew at 1.00. By 2.30 we left the disco to end up in Juan's place. So there we were at his place. Ready to get hold of the guest's room. Ex-OOD wanted the extra fan that he saw in drunken chilean modest Juan's room. So I went into the lion's liar to try to get the fan. After a whole hour of staving all his possible attacks to get me into his bed, I came out triumphantly with the fan!!! Only to find ex-OOD snoring like boar........ the undeserving unthankful biatch!

Week day.....Six....J-1

Buzz was on as today was a big event. Four of our PA club members were celebrating today their b'day. Theme was "Idole Kitch" which in pétasse land seems to translate into "se tarlouzer à donf!". After my mishap with the high heels, I was surely not going to cross dress. Magninmous me, after having slept about 4 hours and having breakfast at my parent's went on and woke up V. Muahhahahahahahaa...how  nice of me.

 B. was having trouble finding a disguise, after going with him to a disguise shop, we loitered for ages looking at various things and he couldn't come with anything. At the end had to give him my precious fake fur panther patterned cloth. I meanwhile decided to go as Mister Motivator.

ex-OOD was going to go as Lawrence of Arabia and thus came home to pick up his disguise. We did have dinner, drank a bit, chatted for a while and managed to give him a sugar rush attack. Though when we looked at the clock we were really late....on the way there, people started calling us wondering where the heck we where. But I had to do "mon entrée" as I am Chausson d'Or proud owner now...a mini star! And oh boy which entrée we did...the place was packed, it felt as I was worped into überparty-gaycosmonova. Impressive. Bubbly flowing continuously, moi dying of heat under my Mister Motivator shell suit and people dancing and screaming.

Few hours later, people started droping like flies either going home, sleeping in the only bed available or "driving the bus" as we like to say in Sweden. Moi with the alcoholic education I have been having lately, kept scavenging for more bubbly.....

On our way back, B. decided to take us back home. A.R was utterly drunk and kept pestering myself and B. whilst he was being very nice to b'day boy L. and ex-OOD.....that is A.R. for you, nice when sober and horrid when drunk. Though some misshap was to come, B.'s car decided to die for good on us, in the middle of the street. A.R vanished when we tried to park the car, b'day boy L. got his olive tree stolen when he left it on the pavement for 3 minutes to help us push the car. Worse was to come to A.R who I heard that he picked up two young boys on his way home. Once there, they left him after knicking his phone, his camera and a bottle of Gucci perfume...he tried to give the chase, but being utterly drunk, fell on the stairs and once in the street they were gone......Never ever pick up someone when you are pissed out of your tits.

IGLA....Squash hell

Silly me, registered for the squash tournament that was taking part on the TIP which coincided with the IGLA. I have not touched a raquet for ages and was I not surprised to see that the organisers did put me on the "Good players" category. Why oh why did I decide to play squash, the present athletes are far far far away from the beauties i could have admired in the swimming pool. OK there one a beautiful piece of cake amongs the squash randoms, but he was a volley ball player that happens to play from time to time squash.

I was dead tired too since I got very little sleep for the past 2 days (about 5 hours), woke up early to cook some food for the 30 guests I was supposed to host tonight...so I was not feeling fresh at all. Played and made it all the way to the quarters!!! Was very happy to loose my quarters match as I had to rush home and finish cooking for the hungry guests that would arrive soon. Guess I must have a made a slight impression on my squash team mates and on Stefan who decided to give me three lustful kisses on my mouth when I was leaving. I must have an effect on german men and again I did not realise he was flirting with me all day.....I just thought he was being nice and chatty........Need to fix my flirting radar.

 Back home, cooked what was left to do, R. and F. came in on time to help me and the guests did arrive. The whole thing went fine, they liked the food. Everyone had a good time (I think). Got to exercise my mingling and hosting skills. Hans did have a blast chatting loudly and laughing histerically. At the end I have to say I did thouroughly enjoyed the event. The whole party went to a crescendo when I started popping the bubbly bottles and they just got drunk like water. Sven and Paul arrived just when everyone left and the party continued on till the wee hours of the night. 

The wake up call at 7.00 to be at the swimming pool by 8.15 will be a harsh one. 

 

Ooooo...yes what happened, I guess you want the saucy details....well you had to be here if you wanted them.....just I got to know the "Arse", the "Atomizer", the "heavenly masseur" amongst others....

How to seduce....lesson 2

Out and about yesterday. We were supposed to have dinner at my place. U., J., and F.. At the end only U. came along, bringing the cake J., bought for us....mmmmmmm...it was a lovely cake and we stuffed half of it! I shall be inviting J., more often for sure if he continues like this. So yes out and about first in a trendy caf where to sit outside was as complicated as trying to get through a mine field uncathed.Not because of the crowd, the "terrasse" was empty, but we could not take that chair, or that table, we had to wait to be served, wait to order, wait to have our drinks and even wait aaaages for our bill to come.

Decided to make it to the CUD. Only to find half the swimming club there. F. did join us and the lecture "How to seduce, F. style" could start. The victim tonight was a 6"2, auburn hair, very well built. J. & F. said in choeur when they set their eyes onto him "Avec lui c'est quand il veut". F. decided first to make the move by placing himself strategically. Through some chit chat with a neighbour who opened the way for F. to engage the first dialogue with the victim. It got established that the victim is german, from Köln, visiting Paris with his ex-boyfriend. F. started to dig in, chatting happily with him, making him feel welcome (all the quintesciential marks to dig in his claws further). Until he blew it!!!! Where we just drifted from him smoothly leaving alone with a deadly silence with german boy. Poor F., decided when he realised he stood no chance to leave home. A little time later we decided to call it a day. 

Out on the way home, wasn't I surprised getting a call from B. Who was supposed to be sleeping tight in bed at the time. He was, let us put it mlldly, very pissed to the extent that he wanted to talk to me only in english. My french answers were met, stubbornly by english replies, and he happened to be with A.A at a party, that suitably enough was happening in a place located on my path home. Made it there only to feel like in a space warp and finding myself in some US city in a freshman's party. Quite funny to see people utterly pissed, B. burning Kajsa with his cigarette whilst he was trying to introduce us and ensuring that we could converse in Swedish, getting pissed off that A.A was exchanging his exclusive phone number with a bit too many randoms. And coming out with the classic "Hahahahaha, I do not know anyone in this parteeeeeeee!". 

Boy oh boy, it might be a sister's job to push her brother to experience things, but surely it is a boyfriend's job to take care of the drunken brother.