Sadly today we returned the Mustang in horrible weather. Apparently rain here is really rare, yet we’re in the middle of a hurricane. This was after some idiot woman drove into the side of the motor while it was parked. Lucky we had insurance and they didn’t bat an eye lid. I didn’t fancy paying up for that.
This took most of the day, or what was left of it when I awoke. In the evening we all went out for farewell drinks to Pizza Port, my new favourite place in the world. Great pizza and an amazing selection of beers from all around the world. Fridge upon fridge with every beer you could imagine, stuck in what looked like someone’s garage. True perfection. These Americans are doing something right.
Needless to say we get plastered. We’ve ended up in another bar with a load of Murray’s friends and a couple of really cute girls, one of whom I can’t believe is forty. I thought I had an edge when it came to looking young, but this is ridiculous. I’m convinced she’s dipping her head in a vat of Oil of Ulay and sleeping in an oxygen tank. It takes Murray to give me a kick up the arse and a kick into conversation, which he would continue to lord over me for the next few days. I lose track of time, but I’m sure at some point the words “are you going to come back to my house and fuck my brains out” are used. It’s not often I’m at a loss for words, but, well, wouldn’t you be?
A cougar. A totally hot, sexy as hell cougar. I’ve never had a cougar before. She even drops me back at base the next day at 6am, after asking Murray where I lived. I feel used. God bless America.
Fun times
Sadly today we returned the Mustang in horrible weather. Apparently rain here is really rare, yet we’re in the middle of a hurricane. This was after some idiot woman drove into the side of the motor while it was parked. Lucky we had insurance and they didn’t bat an eye lid. I didn’t fancy paying up for that.
This took most of the day, or what was left of it when I awoke. In the evening we all went out for farewell drinks to Pizza Port, my new favourite place in the world. Great pizza and an amazing selection of beers from all around the world. Fridge upon fridge with every beer you could imagine, stuck in what looked like someone’s garage. True perfection. These Americans are doing something right.
Needless to say we get plastered. We’ve ended up in another bar with a load of Murray’s friends and a couple of really cute girls, one of whom I can’t believe is forty. I thought I had an edge when it came to looking young, but this is ridiculous. I’m convinced she’s dipping her head in a vat of Oil of Ulay and sleeping in an oxygen tank. It takes Murray to give me a kick up the arse and a kick into conversation, which he would continue to lord over me for the next few days. I lose track of time, but I’m sure at some point the words “are you going to come back to my house and fuck my brains out” are used. It’s not often I’m at a loss for words, but, well, wouldn’t you be?
A cougar. A totally hot, sexy as hell cougar. I’ve never had a cougar before. She even drops me back at base the next day at 6am, after asking Murray where I lived. I feel used. God bless America.