| December 23,2002 - Travel broadens the mind......and the waistline |
| As I stated on my homepage, I'm quite the jet setter. Recently I came back from a fantabulous trip to Europe where I broadened my mind and waistline over various foodstuffs and alcoholic beverages. I ate and drank so much, I still can barely fit into my Lee Press-On Jeans! This trip I took no pictures at all....bad me! But when I go away for a lengthy period of time, I not only take pictures, I also keep a journal of all my experiences and observations. Some of them are quite funny actually, such as this excerpt from a journal I kept during the summer of 2001. Read, if you dare, the adventures of JOHNNYLEEN in a bar one cool summer evening in Reykjavik (that's in Iceland, as any fantabulous person would know)! ....the three of us headed over to Spot-Light. At first there was no one there even though it was already 11:00, but gradually people came in and it got packed. Gentle Reader, something really bizarre happened there. I was at the bar getting us drinks when this guy went charging up to the bar with his head lowered like a football player. He slammed headlong into the bar and fell back onto the floor! He lay there completely out as the managers came running up. They revived him and sat with him, I guess until they felt he didn't have a concussion, but no doctor ever came. It was really quite scarey, my dear! So there you have it! It's definitely true what they say about the descendents of Vikings and their proclivity for alchohol. Now mind you, JOHNNYLEEN loves to drink, but I've never rammed my head into a bar before, whether by accident or on purpose. However, one time I was running for the subway after a night of drunken debauchery and I fell sprawling in the middle of the sidewalk. There was no ice or anything on the ground; I think I just got twisted up in my own big ol' clunky feet! It wasn't very bootilicious. And then there was that unfortunate episode at one of my fantabulous birthday celebrations where I became separated from my group. I was wandering around sloshed in a parking lot in the drizzling rain looking for them and nothing and no one looked familiar. I called a friend of mine on a payphone to come get me, but I didn't know the address where I was. So when he asked what stores I was standing near, I hung up on him because I thought he should be able to read my mind! I mean, couldn't he hear the desperate urgency in my voice? Well needless to say, a cold logic overcame my drunken whininess and I realized I should call back and tell him the name of the oriental rug store I was standing near (even though I had to squint and cover up one eye to bring the sign into focus). Soon he arrived and I was whisked off to my apartment where I sat in a scalding hot bath and giggled to my cats while opening prezzies! Only JOHNNYLEEN would have a birthday like that; except for my friend M. who once drunkenly fell down the marble steps of a monument on her birthday. Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |