PF: Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Executives ONLY

We walk into the most posh lobby ever that backs onto the executive pool. To the left is a BAR: vodka, gin, Kahlua, beer, wine both red and white. Mixers: tonic water, coke, ginger ale, orange juice, apple juice, water. To the left of that there’s a hot station: three random hot dishes to serve our afternoon appetite. On day one we had miscellaneous dim sum and sausages. Beside that was fruit: oranges, grapes, and some weird green thing. On the right there were cold dishes: fruit salad, a cold sausage and pepper dish, a green salad, and fillets of fish. Beside that was a tray of desserts (not appealing and filled with lactose so I just looked at them lovingly.) Beside the bar there was, in fact, a tea station. Black tea, green tea, and TO MY LUCK, herbal tea. <333333! I took like 12 packets of wildberry and chamomile and drank one each.

Plate #1

Right?! Delicious.

Bernard cashing in at the open bar.

Mmmmm, melon.

Gin and tonic #6... lol, kidding. It was only #2.

Herbal tea #1

Herbal tea #2.

Bernard giddily skipped over to the bar and grabbed a beer. Immediately he thought, “why have a beer at the executive lounge when you can drink gin and tonics like an executive?” He quickly switched his peasant drink for a high end one. I sported a vodka 7 and two plates of food. We shared a fruit plate. We sat out by the pool. It was literal heaven. All of this was free! We couldn’t believe it. We got a free lunch WITH drinks. Amazing. The executive lounge did not disappoint.

After the executive lounge, we took a walk along the beach. On the first day the beach was rough and the waves crashed against me like an angry bitch. It was exciting and we giggled as we played in the ocean and got sand in our kidneys. Day two, the beach was even more unfriendly and we both got bitchslapped by it both figuratively and metaphorically.