December 30, 2016 §
Even the barman does not know why the hotel bar is now called M15, rather than the Café Klimt. No one had asked him before, he said, and he had never thought of it. We agreed it was much better than before, as fond as my memories of the Lotta-era bar are. 4pm already. In Berlin I would be starting to drink, looking forward to BEC, and Ciro, and Stuttgarter Platz, Sissi Bar and Club 77. Here, I don’t know. Eros is hiding somewhere perhaps. I don’t think I will find it (not even in myself). Anyway as I say things can change in a moment; it only takes one woman to bring a city to life in the blink of an eye.
December 29, 2016 §
After a night of appalling indigestion caused by drinking too much, I finally wake at 12:30 in the afternoon. I arrived in the lobby to find the 3 pretty bargirls just leaving. So I know I must get to the bar before 3 if I want to find another Lotta. I have already crossed Brussels off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. And I have already crossed Munich off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. I feel now that I am going to have to cross Vienna off my list as well; that will just leave Berlin. I have two more nights in Vienna to see if Vienna can be saved. Oh this cute brunette little bargirl just brought me peanuts. Worth staying in the bar a while longer then. Then what is the plan? I will get —-‘s boots tomorrow, and instead get the 6 down towards Triesterstraße, Quellenstraße, Favoritenstraße and Davidgasse. I feel nothing but a kind of dread and trepidation. Thinking then I will try to get the U1 up to St Stephen’s and look for the Hollywood Go Go place, but I have no expectation it will still be there. From there I can get the U3 back to the hotel, and depending on the time try the nearby ML Revue and even go back for my ritual humiliation to Tete-a-Tete.
December 29, 2016 §
Sitting here in the Dorint bar, I feel like I am in the TARDIS. How did they make something so big out of something that was so small?
July 31, 2016 §
730pm I’m the only person in the bar. From 630 to 745 there has been no one in the restaurant. Does everything get worse? Is this the law of life? The Dorint bar carpet looks exactly the same as the Ibis Brussels bed rugs. That seems a fascinating thing to discover. Sitting alone in the Dorint bar is pleasurable enough to tell me I will travel again, in the next month or so. My old addiction has returned. The bar staff may be boring, but! Remember Lotta and Sophia worked days! There is still hope for tomorrow. It feels like something extraordinary to realise the Dorint carpet is the exact same as the Ibis bedspreads. Now when I travel it’s just all memories—is this what turning — is? I wouldn’t recommend it!