She’s Out There Somewhere
Came out to get some champagne. It’s the one thing I forgot when I was making preparations – I rented the romantic villa, got the roses, found a fancy restaurant, but I forgot to have any bubbly waiting on ice for us and it killed the mood I have to say.
Still, that’s the least of my problems now. I couldn’t find anywhere that sold the damn stuff for love nor money. Ended up trekking miles down the beachfront looking for somewhere, asking directions. Eventually, after I’d nearly worn my shoe leather down to the tarmac, I found an upmarket deli kind of place and they had a fridgeful.
Only then I couldn’t find my way back. Everywhere looks the same – all pristine, cream villas with twinkly lights. I resorted to toiling up a hill that overlooks the whole shebang in the hope I’d recognize a landmark or something – but no luck there.
The girl’s probably furious by now. I haven’t got the address of the place, I have no idea how to find my way back…and, to top it all off, I’ve left everything in the bloody villa – including my passport. Shit.
And what the hell shall I tell my wife?
