Enjoy the Silence

B is currently in Europe for the next three weeks. He's sort of playing this excursion by ear, but most likely it's Paris, Ireland, possibly Birmingham, a quick visit to the fam in Belgium, Malta, and finally Spain. I. Am. So. Jealous. If the Malta trip goes through, he will be staying a couple nights at the The Westin and then a couple nights at The Hilton--both five-star resorts. And since this is for work, everything is on the company tab. For the past couple of weeks leading up to this, I'd constantly whine, "I want to goooo...!!" His reply? "Maybe if you were my girlfriend!" Bastard.

The Westin Dragonara Resort

What sets this outing apart from the others, besides the fact that he'll be frolicking in an uber lux Mediterranean paradise, is that we've decided to cut off all contact. Keep in mind that B and I are total communication whores. Ever since we got together, there have been exactly five days when we didn't speak at all to one another (yes, shut up, I keep track). Well, that excludes his trip to Brazil in 2005, and last Christmas when he was in a remote Swiss cabin. We abuse our mobile-to-mobile minutes, typically speaking five times a day, although it reduces to one or two times when he's abroad. Yeah, that includes this whole time that we've been broken up. Once he was spanked by his boss for calling me too much overseas, tallying up the company cell phone bill to $2000. We talk on the phone on the way to one another's places, and then get on the phone immediately upon leaving each other's place.

The Hilton Malta

It might sound nuts to most people, but I love it. However, I suggested a talking break because I really think it'd be good for us. What triggered it was B's last work trip two weeks ago, when he was in Mexico. We spent most of our time arguing and feeling crappy. I do not need a repeat of that. Plus, it'll give us time to miss each other! I wanted to do this for the entire three weeks, but Bernard made a good point that he's going to have to call me when he's with his family, or else they'll wonder what's up with us. Plus I still have to give him my shopping list, teehee. Foie gras, chocolate, souvenir mugs (I've started a collection, funded by B), an oiled up Mediterranean man, candy, and Spanish salami. Oomf.

Images of Malta

Oh yeah, and Isaac and I aren't on speaking terms for the moment, and over something really stupid, too. I'm just going to give a quick summary; otherwise my blood will start boiling over it again. (I admit it; one of my many faults is that I can't debate without getting emotionally involved. Trust me, it sucks.) Basically, he completely overreacted and started going off on me over the Israeli/Palestinian conflict. No, scratch that. That's giving the guy waaaay too much credit. He went off on me because I sent him a link (this one) to an article about a 70 year old Palestinian shepherd and his 58 year old wife getting the crap beat out of them by four Jewish assholes. Look, I don't care what ethnicity you are; if you're wielding bats to elderly goat herders, you are a fucking asshole. He could have been rational and said, "Wow, that's awful, but you have to understand that..." and pleaded his case. Instead, he started spewing a whole bunch of racist shit about Arabs, ranted about the BBC's preferential views of Palestine, insisted he had zero sympathy for the victims (that's attractive), and told me off for being biased and affronting his people. Unbelievable! Yeah, I'm just gonna end this now because this might lead to me ranting about how idiotic and close-minded he is, which'll probably lead to me generalizing all conservatives, which'll make me no better than Isaac, that idiotic and close-minded conservative!!