This is totally random. I am getting drunk, and am BLUE.
Today I was looking, mighty miserable at the pub, and the Scottish chef said,
"What is the look? Have a sausage. Here. It's good, it's Scottish."
and the sausage never tasted better.
It sucks to be in a state like this, yet it's GREAT to know that people do care about you however miniscule the care was.
The sausage kind of made my morning. I was serving a large glass of sauvignon blanc to this, very hetero looking guy, who was sitting with, again, very hetero looking guy who only drunk G+T. We had some nice chat about Marlborough sauvignon blanc, before he settled his bill and pulled out this odd looking card. He knew his sav bla.
"Is Amex alright?"
He said, and of course it was, it's Ascot for crying out loud.
Why is this card so HEAVY???
Then, only then, I realized that it was THE Amex Black. The titanium one.
OMG. He pays 1,800 quid a year to have that card!! Grab him!!
I thought Amex Black was an urban myth, I really did. That made my afternoon. Some people.
And in the evening I enjoyed my favourite pinot noir.
Life is good. I am getting better. I hate you. I love you. Eat your passion to live, it's the only way.
