Last day of banking, went straight to Covent garden with Anders and there we found Baba giving us flyers. Touristic. But when the flyer said Los Locos things changed. Los Locos suits us like our suits. Jug of Mai Tai (which suited perfectly with our suits and Anders' red hair..) for 9 quid. Eating two for one. Not bad.
quote: K: "if we carry on drinking like this somone's guna get drunk." both: "niiiiiiceeee".
Met up with Liz for a last goodbye. Like old time's love we felt like ending it with our passion strawberry daiquiri. At Dirty Martini. After lots of waiting we got ourselves drinks. They werent frozen daiquiris. But they were red and they were strawberry and it was love.
I showed up at Heathrow in suit with nice skirt, pink suitcase, red cheeks and loads of handluggage. Asked to be seated next to an empty seat, managed to get myself upgraded to four own seats, four own TV's, two toiletkits and two pair of socks. nice. slept all night after beating the whole plane in Texas Hold'em.
An australian guy was bringing me to the first class lounge, but i just realized i had to board...
In Brazil i tried to swich to an earlier flight but that fake blonde portugesespeaking bitch told me it was impossible cos i had a checked in suitcase. like if that would be extraordinary?! I told her i wanted to talk to her manager. The manager was nice, told me everyhting about his swedish trip and some swedish words he knew and asked me if i wanted any special seat on the earlier flight. I told him i like the emergency exit. and then he went to get my suitcase to the earlier flight. Got to sunny Buenos Aires at 11.20, two hours earlier.
SUIT IS POWER. POWER SUITS ME.
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