13: ‘Stolen’ apples
After a night drinking with Pete’s bosses in the hotel bar and feeling rough this morning, I am incredibly thankful for the apples I have been systematically taking from the continental breakfast and fitness room. I can’t face going down to breakfast. I have a pounding headache (which probably won’t go away as I am going to miss my morning coffee and after 10am caffeine keeps me awake at night) and dodgy stomach and digestive system (TMI, I know). These 3 apples and the packet of crisps from yesterday will be perfect.
I recall a plan to go to a club tonight at midnight. That is definitely not happening. I really do not enjoy drinking to excess anymore and my body takes it even harder. I will eventually have to go and get some lunch. Not looking forward to that. The ladies at ‘Paul’ are not nice to non-French speakers regardless of my efforts. Or at least they are not nice to me during the rush. If I was asking for complicated service I could understand the frustration. I’m just pointing to a pre-made sandwich or salad and handing over money. Not even a coffee or drink. Less time than the surrounding French business suits. Oh well. I still need my lunch.
Here’s an unrelated tip: don’t have major life discussions while having cocktails. At the end of the night, Pete and I began discussing when we were going to start having kids. Not the right moment really. And we didn’t cover any new ground either. A waste of good drunken conversation which could have been spent making wildly optimistic travel plans.