June 14th, 1990
Johannesburg, South Africa
“Hello,” I said, sounding groggy after being woken from a deep sleep.
“What’s the matter,” I said, quickly glancing at the clock; 3:27 AM.
“I think I drank too much.”
“Sounds like it. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, just a bit, you know, down.”
“That’s just the booze talking, you’ll be ok in the morning.” Or afternoon, I thought.
“Can I come to your room?”
“No. You need to go to bed and sleep it. Trust me, you’ll feel better for it. I’ll ring you later, ok?”
“Yeah, cheers darling.”
A few hours later, Hilary came to my room for tea and toast and apparently Valerio got absolutely paraletic last night and ended up passing out on the couch in the party room! Hilary also told me that Mandy ended up leaving with Ben right before he and Tony almost got into a fist fight in the corridor!
Hilary and I were in agreement that we couldn’t cope with another mad night, so we had dinner at the hotel coffee shop then sat at the bar enjoying a few civilized glasses of wine. On our way back to our rooms, Mandy came gliding out of the elevator, wearing the shortest skirt ever, arm in arm with Valerio! No sooner did the elevator doors close when Hilary and I uttered, “Tart,” in unison and cracked up laughing.
Thinking about Ben (not the one on this trip!) and if everything goes to plan, he’ll be getting his Wings tomorrow. It’s amazing to think I’ve survived six weeks without seeing him, the longest ever, except for when I went to Florida last year. He hurt me so, so much and I honestly felt like I’d never get over him and I don’t think I have one hundred percent yet but I’m closer than I’ve ever been.