I woke up this morning, to find a goddamn man in my goddamn bed. Cogida y mierda.
He helped me write this post this morning. After a really amazing dinner of truffles and chicken pie at Thomas Maxwell's restaurant, as I stared into his blue eyes. Or were they brown. Fuck, I don't care, they were eyes.
Kidding. Seriously.
We sat up and drank the rest of our corked wine on my balcony before the thunderstorm.
He's really rather lovely. I got a compass as part of my Christmas present. Not a bad present considering I have absolutely no sense of direction. I think I'll use it in Sandton City for starters.
Learnt a couple of choice phrases for Argentina:
¿Qué lo hizo la cogida yo beba anoche? What the fuck did I drink last night?
Enséñeme a la salsa en este contador de la barra. Teach me salsa on this bar counter
¿Hizo el soporte del Evita aquí? Did Evita stand here?
¿Hágale los latinos como música del techno Do you Latinos like techno music?
Qué usted significan '¿demuéstreme sus bragas?' What do you mean 'Show me your panties?'
¿Este chile picante va a hacer que mi asno lastima mañana? Is this spicy chili going to make my ass hurt tomorrow?
¿Usted las grietas usa los speedos en la playa o no? Do you chaps wear speedos on the beach or no?
No haga grito de t para mí, la Argentina. Don't cry for me, Argentina..
As Manuel says in Fawlty Towers: I learnt it from a boooook.
