Well, now I know why I stopped staying in the Ibis—the walk back from Fifth Avenue last night, totally blotto, totally tired (perhaps 27 hours without sleep), totally desperate just to grab some foor then pass out in bed, the walk back down the long avenue seemed longer than I ever remembered it. It was excruciating. I was swearing out loud to myself all the way. I was so angry. Being so tired and so drunk of course only increased my anger. 1232 my first beer of the day down in the Ibis bar—the Brasserie de la Senne? Fifty minutes earlier than yesterday. Oh, this one is lovely and cold. Finally reaching Midi station I grabbed a burger & chips and back to the hotel with it. Next thing I knew I was waking up 450 in the morning. So there went my determination to go to Empire strip club on Friday night. Try again tonight, perhaps, but being so far away from my hotel makes it less likely than ever. We will see.
The Stripper 