Work hard, Play hard... et un peu de déconne!

Quand il n'est pas occupé par son herbier, le petit P sème des pierres blanches dans la forêt... Adepte de vieilles séries policères allemandes, il n'est pas peu commun de le trouver en train de manger la choucroûte devant la télé!

10 septembre 2008

Wow... What a nice pair of gray pants!

"Probably 1% spandex, 6% elasthane and 93% coton. I really like the rugged grey look".
That's what I could have been thinking, while watching a young lady walking in front of me. Said pants spanning from a pair of very nice black leather mid-heeled shoes all the way along very nice legs to an adorable... belt!

But let's take a step back: I've been in Montreal for a while and almost gave up blogging. There are various reasons:
  • Life was taking up so much time. The project was quite intensive and all side activities all did require more time than I had in the first place.
  • Facebook makes many purposes of the blog quite moot: Status updates and photo-sharing are no longer an exclusive of bloggers. You could even argue that everyone blog their lives on facebook.
  • Losing time on the internet was taken up by this amazing online postcards site

But then I went on holidays and reflected about that among other things*.
Maybe I need to refocus my blog on opinion pieces and humorous updates of my life? May some commentary about political** and world news?

And then I went to the military and saw a very good new american sitcom: Californication, where a man very committed to his midlife crisis blogs about his (sex-)life as an author.
At that point I thought: I need humor, politics and sex in my blog... Here you are:

And then I was back in Switzerland and several people told me:
How was Canada? I read on FB that you've been to Vegas? Cool! Oh and by the way: I just loved your piece on elevators and hookers!

That's it, I'm back in business...

It was a sunny lunchtime in the Niederdorf and I was walking with my take-away basil chicken in a little bag and my iPod softly feeding me some mid-nineties forgotten rock songs and the odd Julio ballad. When I noticed this pair of pants and the matching vest with long black hair to top it off. My attention focussed on a perfectly shaped... belt.

I tuned my pace to be just 3 meters behind her and at same speed.
After maybe 20 seconds, I decided that I had to see if shirt and make-up*** were kept the slient promises of the ... well... belt!

+++ Aside +++
Now in order to take a nice discrete peek, you have to overtake at considerable speed (suited up, I call it a decisive businessman walk) and then stop in front of a shop, you are then at a 90° of the frontside. Thankfully the Niederdorf offers an abundance of art galleries that lend themselves to this exercise.
+++ End aside +++

For the males among the readers: a very nice face, dark brown skin, but even that was not the best feature... Thank god for tense second shirt buttons!
For the females: Pink shirt, tailored, very nice...

So there I am wondering for a second why old gravures of the city of Zurich are labelled in french and discretly watching a young woman approaching and then passing in my back. I intended to resume my walk and go eat my take away food, when she stops beside me and takes a look at lifesize photographs of almost naked people. Attractive and intriguing... Hmmm... I stay there beside her about twenty seconds and resume walking shortly after her, repeating the exercise, but instead entering my office building - that's 2 seconds of 90° of front!

I'm waiting for my elevator, when she enters the mini-lobby too, so I figure she comes to the therapeutical massage salon...
Nope! She rushes a bit and steps into the elevator with me. At this point it is clear, she is one of the many new people of the office that I don't know. Wow!

I'm Patrice...
I'm Alicia****
[short silence - both faces brighten up, big smiles]
You're the one I'm meant to talk to about this one project, we've exchanged a couple mails.
Yes, I'll just eat and drop by for coffee. Are you very busy?
No no...

She gets off the elevator, I stay in and whisper to myself
"Welcome back to Zurich"


* Also the fact that anyone visiting my blog did so via google by looking up such atrocities as "Jeune trainee hard", "M109 Kawest" or the odd "video super hard Claudia Schiffer"
** instead of writing long comments on my socialist youth friend's blog
*** Composing this anecdote reminds me strikingly of the shock I once provoked in my Canadian team after alluding to the recto and the verso. Of course this can be attributed to the lingering diktat of political correctness, the closeness to the word "rectal" that will get you fired any day, but I prefer to chalk it up to plain old ignorance seeing that both words mean the same in english:
**** of course, this name has been changed to protect privacy

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