Basking: June 30, 2009

Mr. Alvarez’s personal bodyguard, Molotov (a very scary dude), fetched me today to see Mr. Alvarez at the hospital. Mr. A was alert and talkative, as well as insistent that I remain in Cuba (his treat) until we can complete our negotiations. I agreed and have returned to the hotel with the intentions of basking on the beach and getting quietly & enthusiastically schnockered whilst acquiring a much needed beautifying tan. Molotov volunteered to slather my lily white yo@ss with tanning butter, but I politely declined his invitation. He smiled and said something in spanish then walked away chuckling. It is highly likely that I will have to bitch-slap him at some point, depending on my PMS fluctuations.