Thursday Jan 27
We made it in one piece to the hotel. . I don’t know what it is about the move “You Got Mail” ya know the one with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. It was an option on the plane and PPV in the hotel. That movie is like 20 years old. Those are the “foreign things” that I don’t get.
Jason and I decided to go the gym and Jennifer and Trina decided to take a nap. This hotel gym was the busiest hotel gym I’d ever been to. It was nice and clean with glass pitchers of water with lemon slices. Looked so inviting, but I won’t be touching that tap water with a 10 foot pole(and here’s the 3rd time “You Got Mail” commercial is on in the past hour.)
There were a couple of buff looking dudes in there. There was one gentleman with a fake bake, looked English, green eyes and slim, maybe 45-50 and handsome. I was on the incline ab machine and he was “strolling” around the machines closest to me. All of a sudden I hear a ruckus and a bang and down went the English man. It was a messy fall because all the machines are really close to each other and there were like 3 machines that broke his fall. He jumped to his feet and we had eye contact. The 3 other dudes next to him just turned their heads slowly to the other direction and made believe they didn’t see anything. I chose to break the ice by laughing and saying “you alright buddy? Can I give you a hand” He laughed a nervous laugh and I said “that looks like a difficult machine to work,I”ll stay away from it” he laughed then I stared laughing then I got that uncontrollable laugh bc I kept picturing him falling like a bag of bricks to the ground and the more I tried not to laugh the harder I laughed, then I apologized for laughing so hard. Now that was a good ab workout.
Philippines in the news:
I don’t know if it’s because of the bus explosion or if this is the way Manila is. There is a cop on every corner at every door way to every mall in every restaurant. They “check” yoru bag. The way they check your bag a Arrowhead, barely check it. (Another You Got Mail commercial) We walked around but didn’t venture too far from the hotel, when we got back there were police with automatic weapons and bomb sniffing dogs in the lobby. It aint the tap water or dirty tacos that’s going to give me loose stools, it just might be the DEFCON RED alert feeling in the hotel that’s taking my nerves over the top.
But what are you gonna do? Be paranoid? Paranoid is a delusional feeling, whereas a bombing in the city I’m currently at is not delusional, correct? I’m so thirsty right now and there’s a tall glass of ice water staring at me in the face that was delivered along with my morning room service coffee. Nope, gotta get the bottled water. Ughh, there’s a rumble in my belly just thinking about it.
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