i want to be rich
had an event on a yacht out in the pacific. oh goodness. i even got some small recognition as a rising star. the food. the drinks. the skepe. it felt as though i had touched a million bucks. loved every second and microsecond.
then... then... when we got back on dry land, the one of the bigshots had a party in one of his suite at the hyatt - 30th floor. let me take from the beginning.
you get out of the elevator. you walk down the hall to the double doors at the end. there is a doorbell. since when has a hotella had a doorbell. his fiance opens the door and greets us with a smile. she tells us to help ourselves to the drinks in kitchen and food in the dining room. okaaaaaay! as you walk in, immediately to the left is the first bathroom, then the kitchen, through the kitchen is the dining room which overlooks the city. this leads to a spectacular lounge which overlooks the bay. kenny g is playing. the sound system is bose. then you head back past the office, computer on second desk, to the bedroom. four poster bed with mint chocolates from when housekeeping made the bed. on either side of bed are doors which lead into two other bathrooms. each bathroom has a dressing room. there's also a discrete safe in there. did you notice: three bathrooms in one suite!!!
okaaaaaay!
ever admired something but didn't want to make too too obvious that you were in shock. you try your best to hide the glee in your eyes but you cant get rid of it. and you want to mamaza to someone but there's no-one. the level of class in there. i should check online how much it is for a night. dude, hyatt obviously outdoes hilton. pity that i only walked out with a napkin.
hah! room service kept the food and drink going. have never had so much calamari. if this is the life, damn, i just want to be rich.
then... then... when we got back on dry land, the one of the bigshots had a party in one of his suite at the hyatt - 30th floor. let me take from the beginning.
you get out of the elevator. you walk down the hall to the double doors at the end. there is a doorbell. since when has a hotella had a doorbell. his fiance opens the door and greets us with a smile. she tells us to help ourselves to the drinks in kitchen and food in the dining room. okaaaaaay! as you walk in, immediately to the left is the first bathroom, then the kitchen, through the kitchen is the dining room which overlooks the city. this leads to a spectacular lounge which overlooks the bay. kenny g is playing. the sound system is bose. then you head back past the office, computer on second desk, to the bedroom. four poster bed with mint chocolates from when housekeeping made the bed. on either side of bed are doors which lead into two other bathrooms. each bathroom has a dressing room. there's also a discrete safe in there. did you notice: three bathrooms in one suite!!!
okaaaaaay!
ever admired something but didn't want to make too too obvious that you were in shock. you try your best to hide the glee in your eyes but you cant get rid of it. and you want to mamaza to someone but there's no-one. the level of class in there. i should check online how much it is for a night. dude, hyatt obviously outdoes hilton. pity that i only walked out with a napkin.
hah! room service kept the food and drink going. have never had so much calamari. if this is the life, damn, i just want to be rich.
Dude if that's the case, then we ALL wanna be rich.
Posted by
Unknown |
2:25 pm, April 08, 2006
from all this buchwayichwayi , all u manged to walk out wit is a napkin, wena uqeda uku 'raid'a ihilton,kanti wat happened. Get rich and marry me , so l can answer doorbells!!!
Posted by
Lesedi |
7:59 pm, April 08, 2006