ArtemC

fri January 6th 2012
22:00-8:30

Had to get good night's rest, since I have to study alot today (exam in 4 days). So didn't want to try anything, just breathing exercice, turned to my side, said mantra and dozed off.

I'm in my hotel room. From the refrigerator I get a bottle of vodka, I pour a couple drinks. Then I head to out to explore. I'm on the ground floor, which is called -5 for some reason. Below that are a couple floors and above it goes to -1. So go in the elevator a couple of times, but the most interesting seems the ground floor with the pool in the middle. I walk around couple of times, when I meet my parents. They tell me we're going to eat, so I should go shower. So they push me into a public shower (like the ones you have at a public pool) and I'd rather just use my own shower, but I can't resist. My grandpa and grandma are there too, getting ready for lunch. We have to cross the pool, over small tiled walls (kinda like bridges), to get to the restaurant. I seem to be afraid to stand up tall, so I crawl over them on my knees. Now and then I slip into the water, making my towel wet. I hate that in real life, and I didn't like then either... My dad mentions something about getting a drink and I remember still having half that bottle of vodka. So I'm carrying it around in my opened backpack, when someone stops me (like a manager) and tells me I'm not allowed to bring my own drink. I tell him it's from the minibar, so I bought it here at the hotel. He says he will go check and leaves me waiting at the desk. They ask for my room number, but I can only give them the floor (-5) and my last name. There's a girl (abit older than me) behind it and we chat abit about the situation and the hotel. She agrees how strange it is that the floors are labeled -5, -4, etc. Another girl is standing next to me, she's been listening to the last bit of the conversation. I'm looking away in the direction the manager went to check my room. When I look back at the girls, I notice the desk-girl signaling to the other to ask for my number, but she declines. (story of my life, lol..) The manager gets back, says it's ok and I can take my bottle with me.

Second time my dad is linked to drinking. It's not a pattern yet, but it seems rather remarkable. My dad doesn't drink often irl, though.