tirsdag den 19. august 2008

Iker, donde estas ?

While I was on inspection today with a Norwegian client, we happened to have a meeting at Marriott just when the press conference for the Spanish Football Team was over. These half gods were casually coming down the stairs, and I fainted. My client slapped me trying to get me up, but I was just murmuring “Torres, Casillas, Fabregas….” . Very quickly my client understood what was going on; Casillas, Fabregas and Torres hadn’t come down yet. So he resolutely took me by my hand and off we went looking for them. We were asking around the Spanish journalists, but no luck, Fernando and Co. were nowhere! Back to plan A, and to the meeting with the Marriott guy. Most of the meeting went with desperate tries for getting the rooms numbers for the selective players but the Marriott guy was stubborn and kept saying, “You would just get disappointed”. What does he know !

I was so stunned by my experience at Marriott that I might have made quite a bad deal for my client later during the inspection. We were looking for a venue to arrange a party and went to Vega. I can’t really remember, did I actually rent their lounge for 120 million dollars?

3 kommentarer:

Idiosynkraten sagde ...

Jeg er ked af at skulle fortælle det her til dig, men hvis professionelle fodboldspillere minder om noget er det teenagedrenge. Men hov! De Er teenagedrenge. En veninde, der i sin fjerne fortid arbejdede på Hotel Helnan Marselisborg i Århus (Hvor F.C Barcelona engang overnattede), fortale, at det eneste, der gik for sig på værelserne var Playstation og pornoblade. Jeg vil nødig virke moralsk her, men jeg forventer mig mere af mine guder - også selvom de kun er halvguder.

Anna Karenina sagde ...
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Anna Karenina sagde ...

Jeg troede at du var blevet kørt over, hvordan var Finland ?? Jeg forventede faktisk at du reagerer på "Intelligent women", hvorfor skriver du sådan noget vrøvl på din SERIØSE blog ??? Ja, jeg har min egen teori hvorfor mænd ikke kan lide intelligente kvinder...

Og jeg er helt sikker at Iker ikke spiller Playstation eller kikker på pornoblade, han læser med stor sandsynlighed Dostovjeski oppe på sit rum lige nu !