After a night of appalling indigestion caused by drinking too much, I finally wake at 12:30 in the afternoon. I arrived in the lobby to find the 3 pretty bargirls just leaving. So I know I must get to the bar before 3 if I want to find another Lotta. I have already crossed Brussels off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. And I have already crossed Munich off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. I feel now that I am going to have to cross Vienna off my list as well; that will just leave Berlin. I have two more nights in Vienna to see if Vienna can be saved. Oh this cute brunette little bargirl just brought me peanuts. Worth staying in the bar a while longer then. Then what is the plan? I will get —-‘s boots tomorrow, and instead get the 6 down towards Triesterstraße, Quellenstraße, Favoritenstraße and Davidgasse. I feel nothing but a kind of dread and trepidation. Thinking then I will try to get the U1 up to St Stephen’s and look for the Hollywood Go Go place, but I have no expectation it will still be there. From there I can get the U3 back to the hotel, and depending on the time try the nearby ML Revue and even go back for my ritual humiliation to Tete-a-Tete.
The Stripper 