Lonely Planet
When I was tipsy the other night I called several people, as you do. I called the polo player because he has been calling me every week and leaving phone messages. As he is English, I am surprised he is not reading the message I am sending passively. The I am not interested message because I am not returning his calls. On the phone he attempts to harangue me for not calling him back or being available. I say well I am not your girlfriend, and I don't want to date you, and you have disclosed you don't want a relationship with anyone because that is how you operate (this is the guy that said he only goes out with women under 30 because they will be up for a bit of fun without strings). Thus I am not interested, so I am not too fussed about keeping in touch with you. Buh bye. Being tipsy is great.
The tipsyness stemmed from the wine tasting at my firm which I attended, and sampled some amazing wines from the Languedoc region. I familiarised myself with Carignan and Cinsault grapes that are used in the blends of the AOCs in the region. Lovely, sumptuous, despite the gamey-ness. I sat next to an 80 year old solicitor, who was lovely to speak to. He looked 20 years younger; his secret is drinking ½ bottle of wine each evening.
When speaking to my colleagues, one of them extolled the virtues of being single and mentioned travel. The freedom to travel when not pulled down by the weight of people relying on you, whether partner or children. Being me, I disagreed, and said actually, travel is one of the worst things. Without a partner to drag around the world, one is left to constantly hunt for companions, then compromise with places and schedules, and eventually go somewhere on your own. It is a million times worse than organising a cinema trip, where you originally wanted to see Closer on Saturday afternoon but end up seeing Love Actually on Sunday night.
I travel on my own several times a year and most times really enjoy it. But, I said, when you travel on your own you are limited to where you can go. For example, I said, I can't go to Marrakech. And another, I went to the south of Italy with a girlfriend, and I would not repeat that again, not to mention attempt on my own. Anyone would have thought the Italian language consists of hissing and other animal noises. There are many cultures where 30 year old single women are not appreciated. Nor are they respected or tolerated. I could become the next Tracy Emin if I had a photographic catalogue of the stares I received whilst eating alone at night at a café in Milan.
So it looks like the first may bank holiday I will have to plan on my own without a friend. Any suggestions as to a fun place to go would be appreciated. Maybe I will go on a blogger retreat so I can learn how to make my page more than generic. Provided it is on a beach with a coconutty rummy umbrella drink.
The tipsyness stemmed from the wine tasting at my firm which I attended, and sampled some amazing wines from the Languedoc region. I familiarised myself with Carignan and Cinsault grapes that are used in the blends of the AOCs in the region. Lovely, sumptuous, despite the gamey-ness. I sat next to an 80 year old solicitor, who was lovely to speak to. He looked 20 years younger; his secret is drinking ½ bottle of wine each evening.
When speaking to my colleagues, one of them extolled the virtues of being single and mentioned travel. The freedom to travel when not pulled down by the weight of people relying on you, whether partner or children. Being me, I disagreed, and said actually, travel is one of the worst things. Without a partner to drag around the world, one is left to constantly hunt for companions, then compromise with places and schedules, and eventually go somewhere on your own. It is a million times worse than organising a cinema trip, where you originally wanted to see Closer on Saturday afternoon but end up seeing Love Actually on Sunday night.
I travel on my own several times a year and most times really enjoy it. But, I said, when you travel on your own you are limited to where you can go. For example, I said, I can't go to Marrakech. And another, I went to the south of Italy with a girlfriend, and I would not repeat that again, not to mention attempt on my own. Anyone would have thought the Italian language consists of hissing and other animal noises. There are many cultures where 30 year old single women are not appreciated. Nor are they respected or tolerated. I could become the next Tracy Emin if I had a photographic catalogue of the stares I received whilst eating alone at night at a café in Milan.
So it looks like the first may bank holiday I will have to plan on my own without a friend. Any suggestions as to a fun place to go would be appreciated. Maybe I will go on a blogger retreat so I can learn how to make my page more than generic. Provided it is on a beach with a coconutty rummy umbrella drink.
posted by miss goLondon at 12:24 PM
5 Comments:
I know that there is a female blogger retreat in S. California sometime in July. It will have an emphasis on web design and content. Not too close to you though.
Yeah, I've been a lurker. I'm out now. Hehe!
I went to Madrid on my own and had a great time. It's a small, compact, walkable city with lots of culture and lots to do.
Anyway, if you want some help with your template, drop me a line.
Hello. Found your site via Girl Blog UK and like your writing. Cheers,
ellie
I love Madrid! And i don't mind going to Spain on my own because i can passibly speak spanish. Thus i have been to Spain too many times. That said, we need to do wine and template talk soon.
Summer and Ellie, thanks for your comments. Perhaps a UK girl blog retreat would be a possible project...
I'd like an organised trip to the cinema so if anything's takes your fancy let's trya nd organize!
As to travel the last times I travelled on me own were to New York and Reykjavik...
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