We have just decided to switch our brains off for a week.
Alcohol and cigarettes help (as usual).
And a lot of greasy food too.
We are experiencing the wonders of the Swiss gastronomy... Mc Donald's, Zermatt style. It is nicely decorated (wooden chairs!!) in a "mountain-cottage way" (says Ka), has a 'veggie' burger, and also "a mean Big Mac" (again, says Ka, and she has a great theory about why it's the "best Big Mac she's had in years", somehow due to the cows from the mountains...).
We have desperately tried to get drunk, which isn't working as well as we hoped (I thought the altitude would help) - the jägermeister and redbull shots didn't even get us tipsy (and we're not talking about one or two shots here, they were so many empty shot glasses on the table that we stopped counting them) and there is a bottle of champagne in our fridge which we simply cannot drink. Mind you, not that we don't WANT to, but the bottle is jinxed, as soon as we pour ourselves a glass of champagne from it, we are in the next 5 minutes asked to:
- (unexpectedly) babysit- have dinner (earlier than expected) etc etc
By now, we've poured about half of that bottle down the sink (bubble-less champagne isn't worth drinking really) and will test the jinx-theory again tonight..
I have yet to meet a cute guy in this town.. The only one whom I've talked to so far offered his help (we were trying to figure out which slope was the 'easiest' way back to Zermatt) with a smile.. But he then asked me to give him 10 CHfr for the information. Yep. That romantic. Not that I am a fan of romance anyways. Or cuddles. Or red flowers. Must explain later.
Ka on the other hand has seen "the guy of her life", TWICE. She has yet to speak to him, but she says that next time she sees him, she'll kiss him. Oh, and marry him too. (I personally thought that her ex-husband-related troubles had dissuaded her from that institution, but apparently she isn't. yet.) I just got scared. She is describing the 'man of her life' as dark-curly-haired and 'slightly punk-indie'. Obviously, I won't be the bridesmaid. I don't think he's the fluffy-dress/big white wedding-type.
Also, all girls are advised to get a waxing before going skiing. It sounds weird? Well, not in Switzerland. It's not because of all the sex you could get (none), and one isn't found in a bikini often on the slopes. BUT, all the hotels here have saunas and jacuzzis, and as old as the guys might be (on average, 80) it is still embarrassing to be hairy.
Ka & A.
New-found (and not proud) members of the SBS (Spoiled Brats Society),
reporting to you from Switzerland. (and currently high on sugar)
What we have learnt this week: essays don't write themselves, and application files are way more problematic than they first seem.
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