Vulgarian Christmas (7 of 8)

Perhaps Jeanette's and BH's steamy, erm, antics, were responsible for the temperature increases and melting snow!

We leave. He suggests a coffee. (What a polite, albeit completely unnecessary, formality!) We sit by the fire in the hotel foyer, chat, sip coffees, all is going to plan! The reason why I'm in Bulgaria instead of Australia comes up, as do the unanticipated tears. Oh shit. He's a softie and just sits there being all reassuring. I go off to the loo to sort my drunk emotional eyes and, somewhat embarrassed, return. I ask if he has his key, as Dave has ours and well, what's the etiquette when room-sharing?

Finally, the big event with the big-handed man has arrived. His room it is.

Given that he too is sharing a room � with a 16-year-old! � BH has the inevitable panic about getting a knock at the door. And sure enough, the said boy provides the feared knock at a very inappropriate time. And, the little bastard isn't alone! Whatever happened to the "first in, first served" house rule? BH makes no hesitation in saying "Let's get outta here!" I, erm, "dress," throw my "garments" in my bag, and run to Dak's to get the key from Dave. I fly down to a virtually empty Dak's, and realising it's about 5/6am, hope not to run into Nicky for my "translation"! Now is definitely not a good time for, ahem, even a cunning linguist!

With no sign of Dave and avoiding eye contact with anyone, I run back to the hotel. I've no key and now no sign of BH and I'm gaggin' for it! Fuck. Eventually I find him, being harassed by security as they don't believe he's a resident and are trying to kick him out. While he tries to explain that his roommate has "brought a woman home" so he has to, er, come with me (geez, and his alibi would be?!), I see if Dave's left the key in reception.

Pretty obvious really, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight! And yes, the sweet thing that he is had left it there! Cool! I try to re-find BH who's still getting the third degree! Finally, after running up and down stairs I drag him to my cave, and well, make like rabbits! I am a ski bunny after all! Sparing (further!) details, can I just say, "Yaaaaay � the drought is finally over!' (Oh, and I was "right" about the hands! Phwoooooar!)

"Sometime" later, we wonder wherethehell Dave is. BH has a bright idea and puts the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, not to get rid of him, but to write on it (as sensitively as possible!), "Go to 308 Dave" so he at least has somewhere to sleep! Poor boy. At about 9.30, he waltzes in, claiming to have been partying all night!! Cool � we both got lucky. BH and I crash.

When BH leaves I get the opportunity to compare notes with Tomcat Dave!! But, alas, that's when he tells me he saw the sign on the door, but without reading the "fineprint". He wandered around aimlessly all morning, and understandably was very pissed off with me. I think it went something like, "I couldn't believe you'd do that!" Now is that a fundamental difference between men and women or wha'? If I was a male friend he'd go "nice one mate, no worries," but 'cos I'm a girl, I'm a bad, evil slapper!

Aaaaaaaargh. I had neither the time nor "right" to explain my side of the story! I apologised, pointlessly, but necessarily, felt like crap and tried to sleep. I figured this would be a major turning point in the "happy holiday" and perhaps tarnish our friendship, and suffice to say, was very concerned. I eventually got up and went out for some fresh air, without mentioning anything again. On my return I sensed Dave feels a bit bad that I feel so bad for what happened. We talk it over and I suggest we go for a nice lunch. And, we do! While he's wishing for Chinese and I'm craving Mexican, we "compromise" and stumble upon a cute little Alpine caf�.

Fabulous "traditional" food. A fab feed by the lovely fireplace and amazing service! It was already ridiculously cheap, and we think he'd undercharged us, but the waiter insisted on giving us two more beers rather than accept our tip! I actually couldn't even drink another beer! I know!!! I'm relieved that all is sorted with Dave, and frankly, am still buzzing with the afterglow. A fact I "try," unsuccessfully, not to emphasise, as Dave is becoming less and less amused by my "rabbiting on" about hand-sizes!

I head back to the hotel, via a visit to Marianna so she could interpret The Note! As always, she is cheery in greeting and promptly agrees to translate it. I say, "In private I think!" As anticipated, the first three lines are the exact translations of what I'd asked for, but it was the P.S. I was curious about! I have an idea it might be reasonably, well, saucy! When Marianna bursts out laughing I realise I'm right! In between her grin, she relays the P.S.: "I want to fuck you!" Ha! Hysteria all round! I like his style! Straight to the point, but somehow managing to be charming! How that is I don't know! Then again, he coulda said ANYTHING/NOTHING, and it'd've charmed the proverbial pants off me! As Marianna asks, "Who wrote that?" I say, "Thanks, gotta run, seeya tonight!" and I'm out the door with a cheeky grin and bounce in my stride!

So our last night was guaranteed to be an interesting one! Back at the room, Lou calls to see if I want to join them for dinner at the evasive Chinese restaurant we've all been trying to find. Having just had the HUGE lingering lunch, I decline. We chat, swap stories and well, compare notes, but given that Rob's her brother I spare her the details also! Boy do I need a non-male, non-sibling around! Hence, this kissntell tale I guess...