This Asian barmaid is the best thing to have happened at the Dorint in a very long time. I am attracted to her. I might even just stay here drinking as long as she is around, then go to the station, stuff myself with food—pizza & roll & Subway then come back and sleep till tonight. Leave Belvedere and Burggasse Peep till last day tomorrow. I have been to the art museums of Vienna so many times, but Belvedere has so many treasures it is always a pleasure to go back—Richard Gerstl’s Laughing Self Portrait among the most important pictures of my whole life, Makart’s Five Senses (oh Klimt’s The Kiss is there of course but this has always left me cold. Vienna’s Mona Lisa it is not, for me. The Gerstl Laughing Self Portrait takes that crown for me). 120. How fantastic it is to go to a porn cinema in Europe, and sit there in the lobby, at the bar, and calmly unzip my trousers and get my cock out, and have one of the girls calmly wanking me in front of everyone. This is the glory of Europe. EU, no. Europe yes. And what harm does it do to ANYONE if some floozie in a Vienna porn kino manually pleasures me? Of course none. Yet still, it is forbidden in so many places. Can you imagine what that —- Paul Convery would do about this. Priggish —-. Please, please, do not let the prigs win.
I don’t know, this new bargirl might be more Vietnamese than Mongolian, but she is gorgeous. The typical beautiful Asian features but a real curvaceousness to her body as well. Ah if only she could behind the bar more often. At least I got her to serve me this second beer. A great addition to the Dorint team.
After 3 bottles of Gösser in the room, back in the Dorint bar for my first Zipfer. The little Vietnamese barmaid greeted me “Grüß Gott! Grosses bier?” and the other barmaid laughed. They remember me well! Always the eternal question: why? Why serve peanuts with a spoon? If I actually USED the spoon, and ate my peanuts with the spoon people would look at me like I was a fucking retard, and I am not. I am not. Lots of people eating in the other end of the restaurant; maybe part of a conference event. Gorgeous Mongolian-looking barmaid/waitress serving them, wish she would stay behind the bar! I will speak more about Mongolians presently.
Back in my old seat in the Dorint bar; first song Pet Shop Boys “It’s taken me all of my life to find you”; that song I first heard here 2 years ago and hadn’t heard since. I hope I’m not going to get emotional about my wife again. 220 already. Need to get a move on to get to WSK. Last time I saw Jackie there, she got changed and left by 5 (maybe because she saw me, it’s possible). A bunch of very loud Americans all around the lobby & bar since I checked in and still, making very angry phone calls to various people.
Out of all the hotels I’ve stayed in on this trip—Ibis Gare du Midi, Ibis Nuremberg Altstadt, Dorint and Ibis Mariahilfer—the Dorint is the only hotel where the A/C unit in the room actually works. Even though the control panel in all the other hotels seems to be working it has no effect on the actual A/C units. The Dorint is the only hotel where I can actually change the temperature in my room myself. Out of all the hotels the Dorint is the only one that has a good internet terminal for guests in the lobby—the ones in the Max Brussels, Ibis Nuremberg and Ibis Mariahilfer are all virtually unusable. I just had to abandon my attempt to do all I wanted in the Ibis Mariahilfer; it did not allow copy & paste. Terrible. Surprised and pleased to see the Ibis Mariahilfer has a music channel, Deluxe, same as the Ibis Nuremberg, but it is NOT as good as the Dorint’s GoTV. That is a great music channel. Yes, being forced to leave the Dorint has disturbed my equilibrium and spoiled my mojo. If I cannot stay at the Dorint for my entire trip in future I will change my travel dates.