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So I mentioned how wierd the hotel got after my friend crashed for the night, right? It gets weirder. I thought I was pretty obvious in how I did not in any way sleep with him. I mean, there were two beds in the room and he left his unmade, so I left mine unmade too on purpose so that the maid would tell people that we slept in separate beds. (Which we did, since he's a freaking friend for cripes' sake and and oh... it would just never happen, not to mention I'm not like that.) Anyhow, so the maid leaves fresh sheets for both beds, and the other hotel staff last night was like "oh my god" when 4 of us sat out on the topjons (these big Uzbek seating areas that're raised off the ground) again to talk and have a beer. So I had to make a big scene and say "everyone's going home tonight!" so that they'd leave us alone. But regardless of my big scene last night, this waiter, Alek (yes I know their names - and now they call me by mine) asked this morning at breakfast: "So your friend is not here this morning? Where is he?" I nearly lost it. I was cracking up so bad, it was all I could do to keep a straight face and tell him "He's at home, of course." I mean, this hotel staff is seriously sad if they are living vicariously through me. I'm way to boring for that!
There was also this time in the past month that I've been living in the hotel that I stayed the night at another friend's apartment because it was too late for the metro and I didn't want to take a taxi. So I came back at 8 in the morning and the guy at the desk asked me "So where were you... all night?" They now probably think I was staying at the first friend's apartment, and are gossiping their butts off. I almost wish I was as interesting as they are making me out to be...
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