This morning we got an extra hour to sleep from the hotel, which was extra needed.
We got some quick food and water, and decided to go back to the Row club to charge our phones and relax.
After that, I decide I wanted to explore the city alone with me cheap rental bike. I started at a random pub where 3 Male patrons and a female bartender sat and yelled in Dutch lingo.
I kept my mouth shut till they started asking questions. Long story short we all ended up taking turns buying Jameson and trying to understand who each other were, at a loud volume. When I left there were 5 people in the bar.
I then decided to try and reach the top of a very swanky hotel, where say a rooftop pool. By this point I had a little more confidence, and the swag to maybe pull off a miracle. I walked directly in, asking no questions, went straight to the elevator and hit the top button. It didn't work. So I hit 7, instead. The elevator went down, the doors opened in the basement, and 2 foreigners looked at me foreignly. They spoke something, and I pointed to 8, which was the roof. They smiled, used their secret key card on the elevator and hit 8 for me. They left at the 4th floor and I was heading up.
The doors opened, and again, a foreigner looked at me foreignly. This time a pretty lady. I smiled, kept a decent posture, walked collected, and said hello. She seemed frightened slightly, or maybe just off put by my swag and obvious lack of money.
She said that the rooftop pool was reserved for VIPs and hotel guests. I said I was neither. She said, how did you get up here. I said I just wondered if and I wasn't sure, but this place looks cool, can I check it out?
At that time 2 gentlemen wearing suits walked over, looking concerned. They all spoke their languages that I dont understand yet and agreed to let me check the place out. I was escorted by the pretty lady, so I asked her to marry me, she said yes. I ordered a whiskey, tipped the young man a 5-er, and swagger walked around the pool. I'm pretty sure I saw Eva Mendez, but I was 4 drinks in.
Vienna, rooftop pool, whiskey, pretty girl, all access, life, lived.
There was a buffet, but I dared not get involved in gluttony in times of lust.
Twas a nice rooftop, a little small for my taste, and I've seen better in New Orleans. So I made my way to the door, tipped my cap, and finished my drink.
The rest of the night kind of went the same. With having nice conversations in the park with pretty ladies under statues of Mozart at sunset, to just having a coffee talk with very nice lesbian girls, to having a great conversation about life with Uncle John.
Twas a great day. Tomorrow will be beautiful.
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