I have loved this stay in the Dorint hotel Vienna but oh how magnificent that Lotta & Sophia stay feels, more & more & more than ever. Unreal. Like a Swedish fantasy. A Swedish 18-year-old nubile fantasy. Legends of my own life. Last time I felt anything that strong was 2006 when I fell in love with —–. After that, emotion was not possible anymore. That is why she is the woman of my life. I was kindling ripe for the great conflagration, that both destroys and brings to flaming life, and she was that great conflagration. Every man only has one great conflagration in his life?
Nowadays I tell myself if you go to the naughty places, WSK, Fortuna or wherever, I will reward you and let you have a lovely Westend steak or lovely Westbahnhof pizza (or both). It is food that is what I really yearn for these days. I rush to get the naughty places out the way, so I can get to the food afterwards.
Do other languages have a word equivalent to “bloody”, I mean as in “bloody Englishman”, “bloody trousers”? I am sure I read somewhere its derivation is actually “by our Lord” rather than being anything to do with blood, so it is therefore unlikely to have an equivalent in other languages. Like “blimey” or “crikey”. My homeward journey could be expensive—99 euros for a Munich hotel in Schillerstrasse, and both my Brussels hotels fully booked so god knows where I am going to stay Tuesday. Apart from the several really beautiful girls I saw in the Gurtel night bars, I cannot say I have seen a single beautiful girl here in Vienna. It is always the way. Brussels they are everywhere.
The other good trick Manhattan have got is they have a video jukebox, so even if you say no to the girls there is something for you to sit and pay attention to, and they do make some effort to do a little twirl on the stage (without taking anything off but still). So you can drink your drink and have something to watch, so you don’t feel as awkward and pointless and sore thumb-like, as you do in all the other Gurtel night bars where you just sit on your own staring into thin air unless you buy the girls hideously expensive drinks. At Manhattan you can sit on your own and still have a pleasant dreamy time. I have to say, the girls in the Gurtel are all unfailingly attractive (to say the least) and pleasant.
With this amount of alcohol consumption, most of the time I am just thinking about food, and that distracts me from the sex most of the time. Drink, food & sex—these are my holidays. La Grande Bouffe in Vienna & Brussels (Berlin & Munich no longer on my list). Plenty of Syrians here in the hotel as well. I dread to think what my 635am train to Munich is going to be like. I paid for a seat reservation, so they’d better not sit in it. A screaming Syrian child in the Dorint lobby for the past hour.
Manhattan is visible from Westbahnhof, so that is why it always attracts more moths to its light than the other places, lost up the dark and forbidding looking Gurtel where no one knows they are—I don’t know how they survive at all. Wish I could stay in Vienna longer, and now I know I must come back in November.