*04:01 pm
*12:01 am
” I walked into my room which had become the living fantasy for a man. The really hot three girls we saw earlier WERE in fact the ones sharing my room. Not only that, but these three were napping in the room, in lingerie. I swear I’m not making this up.”
“I fully believe that it is only here, in this town and amongst a woman such as this, that over-the-top poetry could be recited with actual relevance and without being cheesy: Beauty crowds me till I die, beauty, mercy have on me! But if I expire today, let it be in sight of thee.”
“…and as we waited for the team’s bus to come through we sang Spanish songs and chants from the bottom of our hearts. Granted we had no idea what we were singing, but we shouted it at the top of our lungs just like the millions around us…”
“,,,we don’t have a map yet. This could be a major set back seeing how EVERY road in England curves, loops, and snakes it’s way in random unintelligible patterns of abstract M.C. Escher art.”
“Also be prepared to have all eyes on you as you will undoubtedly be mistaken for that white Crayola crayon they lost back in 2nd grade. (hint: get a tan, even if it’s fake, unless you what to bask in looks of disbelief and disgust from all the brown and toned pretty people sharing the sand.)”
“The guy behind me laughed and said: “Mates wasted!”. The others started laughing as well but soon stopped as the young man in the front began to spasm and lose all color in his skin. He was sweating profusely, eyes roving about vacantly.”
“This is probably why, as I came across other hikers atop the mountain, they eyed me with curiosity. To be fair I probably looked like tomorrow’s news headline: “Death upon the Mountain, a well dressed American becomes a tourist-popsicle.”
“I got the feeling that if I lived in London. Harrods would be my happy place. In the Holly Golightly sense, it would be my Tiffany’s for whenever the reds, or blues, or any other color struck.”
“Essentially the restaurant is his mistress, he tries to sneak away to it whenever his wife isn’t looking. It made me imagine him coming home, denying where he had been, only for Anna to see a BBQ smear on his collar.”
“He was thankfully wearing an apron-like-cover but it was just drenched with desecration. It actually took him a minute or two to squeeze and push everything back in like it was some vile sponge. I stood there mouth agape thinking that it was possibly the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever experienced.”
