Sunday, September 19, 2010

Gold Vending Machine Revisited

So if you remember, a few months back we were all excited because Emirates Palace in Abu Dhabi had gold bar vending machines. Finally i could get my solid gold bars like i get my sprite and kit kats. It was about bloody time. Well we got sidetracked and didn't make it to Abu Dhabi until today. So we started our day with a tour of the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi, which is like an ordinary mosque, just really big and covered in gold. Then we went to Emirates Palace hotel, which is like a normal hotel, just really big and covered in gold. Annie bought gold bar from the vending machine! In a few weeks we'll be living in London again and wont get to use diamond plated gold toothpicks to pick our teeth anymore. (Back to $3 pizzas off goodge street). Heres a shot of Annie feeding the ridiculous piece of machinery some money (also known in these parts as toilet paper).
I think I should start amassing a horde. You know, sort of like Scrooge McDuck. Giant piles of gold and jewels that I can roll around on and sleep on. Heres sort of how I see myself when I grow up...
Ha ha ha, I know dragons aren't real, I was just joking. Seriously though, you so much as look at my gold funny and I will eat all your livestock and raze your village to the ground with fiery doom.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

A&A in Borneo

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Happy Birthday Annie D

Actually, Annie's birthday was almost a month ago, but I have not posted until now as we were away in Indonesia and Borneo. We had cake! Annie requested ice cream cake, which is appropriate in Dubai because it is almost 5200 degrees outside (nearly the surface temperature of the sun). So i went on a quest for ice cream cake, and seeing as its dubai, i wanted diamond studded gold ice cream cake covered in diamonds and gold with solid gold diamonds. They were sold out of diamond flavoured ice-cream, but i did find these badass gourmet ice-cream cakes from French bakery. A bit engaging getting them back to the villa . . . I wasn't jokingabout the temperature. French bakery has a system going though. They essentially made giant portable freezers for each cake. I cooked dinner as well, blue cheese grilled rump steaks. There were 7 of us, it was an international affair. Each of us from a different country, myself American, Annie Canadian, Iain British, Lou Kiwi, Gleb Latvian, Chrystelle French, and OlfGerman. And nobody bombed anyone! I suppose Gleb did make us drink Balsam, which as far as I'm concerned should be considered a hostile act between nations. Its best redeeming feature is that it makes all other alcohol taste better in comparison. Still, nobody died, and there was cake, which in my book makes for glorious success!

A&A in Bali