brussels...

Brussels, home of the sprout, Hercule Poirot, the Manneken Pis, chocolate, beer, comic books, design, chips (fries), and for some reason FORTIS BANK (anybody who finds another bank wins a Mars bar)... brilliant or what ?
well it all began on the wrong foot (literally)
when looking for the hotel i got the directions COMPLETELY wrong which earned us a rather long walk about the town... mmm, then the hotel...
four fucking stars, a whole load of praise and PR bullshit, and you sleep in an IKEA showroom in which you have TWO SINGLE beds as opposed to a fucking-huge-fuck-me-over-king-size-bed...
i was not impressed...
...neither was my superheroine
the WHITE HOTEL is now officially blacklisted
and then, you get this shiver and wonder how bad things could possibly get...
... diner and bed...

they next day, it was supposed to rain... but they got it wrong again...
[the weather report ; the peoples new opium; they talk crap and you blindly walk into it...]
It was a day of many FIRST's :
• i bought an eyebrow pencil for the first time
• actually had fun, shoe shopping for the first time
• ate a Fricadelle for the first time
• got very drunk on beer for the very first time [for once that SuperTwinky lost her super drinking powers and was in a sadder state than me !! tee! hee!]
• ate a carbonnade for the very first time too
... diner and bed...

the next day, was a day that should have been spent in bed, drinking tea, eating big macs and pizzas, reading the sunday papers, watching silly movies and having slow sex... hotel check out time was noon...

-> welcome to the real world lead head <-

walking around in a haze was magical. It's such a great impression to feel the hand - no matter how sublte or how soft the touch - of the one you love stroke you; the contact conveys so much affection and love in such a short space of time, it's electrical...
48 hours in Brussels.
lots of walking
lots of beer
lots of chips & mayo
no sex
no regrets

... had we sexed just a bit, the week-end would have been perfect...