On Wednesday I decide to drop out of skiing school partly because I fucking hate having lessons and a structure that I haven’t imposed myself during my holiday, and partly because dropping out of anything is very cool and I wish I could do it more often. For example dropping out of school, dropping out of work, dropping out of life altogether…it’ all great.
And because I can’t be bothered with skiing for the 4th day in a row and I’ve also fucked my ankles I spend the day:
…going in the internet for an hour and posting a blog and changing my picture on facebook and messaging people I’m not interested in and avoiding to message people that I am interested in to stop them from knowing that
…working out in the hotel room and also taking pictures of myself in the bathroom mirror and also pictures of my legs while I’m lying in the sun
Here is my leg with various shades of being tanned from knee to ankle:
Then Matty and Nicole come back form skiing and we take a bus to the local thermal baths, but the local thermal baths are nothing like the ones in Iceland which were ace, they are in fact just one lame heated swimming pool next to a building site.
On the way back from the lame heated swimming pool we bump into John A and Emma! in the local supermarket and whilst Emma! is buying a bottle of Diet Coke and some Pringles and possibly some chocolates too, I don’t know, that’s the aisle where we left her anyway, she invites us to the pub after dinner.
So Matty and Nicole and I make plans to go to the pub after dinner and try to come up with ways to get rid of Emma! and these ways include to throw her in the frozen river, to get her drunk and throw her in the frozen river, to poison her and throw her in the frozen river.
Before the pub, we go out for a meal at a local restaurant and the restaurant is very good apart from two complaints that I have, which are:
- Everyone around us seems to be ordering the cheese fondue, which stinks
- The owner/maitre d’ (what the term for female maitre d'?) has a terrible attitude and is quite rude and when I order the lamb’s leg which comes with potatoes gratin I ask if I can have it without the potatoes please and she says no, they make the best potato gratin in the area and I will have it and I will like it (actual quote). Of course I eat around her stupid potato gratin and when she collects the plate later, it’s all there
Then we go to the pub where we’re supposed to meet Emma! and John A and these two turn up an hour late, but we can’t complain, we’ll take anything we’re given at this point to be honest, we are desperate to spend any time with them.
Then we spend some time with them and then everyone goes to bed.