1220! It’s snowing! It’s started. So today a day for joyous drinking, joyous eating, and maybe a little bit of naughtiness on the side. The beer starts talking out of my mouth again! 6th beer. No desire to move, or go anywhere. 7th beer. No desire at all to go to Cine Paris today, as much as I exult in its continued existence. The sooner I get to Fifth Avenue and get away the sooner I can have a lovely Brussels Grill steak and/or Domino’s Pizza.
I think the very IDEA of going home within my planned budget offends my sense of devilish Dionysian wildness—and if you do not cross over into devilish Dionysian wildness when on your travels, then there is no point in travelling. Trying to save money when on holiday (for me) is so completely self defeating and renders the whole holiday pointless. Beer is talking. Beer is winning. Skies turning slate grey. The snow will start soon. 123pm.
Even though the two Cine Paris films were rubbish, how lovely it is to have a porn cinema to sit in, and enjoy a cold beer at the same time. Even though the Empire girls were rubbish (Jennifer excepted), how lovely to have a strip club to stroll to at 1 o’clock in the morning just around the corner from my hotel. Even though there have been no stars at Fifth Avenue this time (Inna, Leyla, Diane), how lovely to sit all afternoon and evening in a bar full of floozies, floozies who do NOT bother you or hustle for business.
GoTV has disappeared from the hotel TV? Hard to be sure, as they now have more than 90 channels it seems, but I could not find it on a couple of sweeps through. Deluxe Music is there. Just ONE bottle of beer in my minibar; I rang reception for more; she couldn’t help laughing when I said 8. “Eight?!” she queried. Yes, that’s right. “OK, no problem sir” she was laughing a little bit. Last time I came here, they put SIX in my minibar ready for my arrival. That was truly amazing.
Three hours to Frankfurt, half hour to change, then 3 hours just over to Munich. Not bad. A sprint across cold misty northern France and Belgium and now we are in an equally cold but not so misty Brussels. Not in any hint of excited mood at all. On my first small beer in L’Orient Express. No barmaid! An old Algerian man perhaps; perhaps the manager’s father. 1235 now, 1 hour 50 minutes till my train leaves, scarcely time to do anything but stay here in Orient Express. As always the Jupiler ice old. Bravo. No excitement; tired of course. Ah, a barmaid—apologies for being late. 1pm. 9 hours till any hint of naughtiness. A heavy cross to bear all the way across Belgium and Germany.
This is ridiculous. 830 in the morning, and I’m starting on my first beer. By the time O’Reilly’s opens at 11 I’ll already be half-slaughtered. Anyway, if I get drunk quick, I will be back in bed early afternoon, sleep, then up and it will still be quite early evening—time to go out again to 5th and Empire. 950 and on my 4th beer already. So again I slept through Sunday and missed the “Spectacle Live” at Cine Paris. What did I do Sunday? After several beers here in the hotel, had one in Café Jimmy and two more in Diamant—the street scene was as poor as you would expect on a Sunday lunchtime. To an empty Fifth Avenue for one more; to Brussels Grill for a lovely steak, back to Cine Paris around 4 but with no sign of “spectacle live”, to Domino’s Pizza, back to bed, sleep. Woke around 9 and forced myself out to Cine Paris to see if I could catch the “spectacle live” but it had obviously already finished. I just came back to hotel and went back to sleep; till 6am this morning. 5th beer.
My first beer of the “evening shift” completed. 9pm. When on holiday I want to be randy, and fuck like a rabbit; but it hasn’t happened this time. Rarely does. I have to see someone quite special before I feel like that. Like my first sight of Lucy in Fifth Avenue last year; first sight of Adelina in Manhattan in Vienna last year. In fact, this year I have not had any moments like that. Just take my time tonight. Walk down to the Justice Palace and Rue de Livourne as slowly as I like; and as slowly as I like coming back. There is no hurry.