11:30 am
Buenos Aires
Ah, rise and shine in sunny Buenos Aires. Breakfast on my balcony, heading out for a run in awhile. Finally got a day off to relax yesterday. Went out in the city and did some shopping, had dinner and great wine. Still had security in tow, but more relaxed than last couple cities.
Found a tasting room and tried some local wines. Had a few cases of red sent back for Cate. Will be nice to crack open a bottle and snuggle in front of the fire with her next week. Naked.
Back to work today. One more week until we’re back home. Counting the hours.
Had a nice long chat with Steph yesterday. Brendan’s taking her to homecoming dance next weekend. She and Dorothea went shopping for her dress yesterday. Took her about 10 minutes to describe it to me, she’s so excited. Then she finally realized she could text me a pic. Little Cuckoo.
The whole time she was telling me about homecoming and spirit week and all those activities and the dance, all that kept going through my head was “Christ, is that gonna be the night my Baby loses her virginity?” I’m not even sure she still IS a virgin – Dorothea won’t tell me – but I just can’t scrub that idea out of my brain.
Steph has her mother’s intuition. After my fumbling around and small-talk for awhile she sighed and said “Daddy, don’t worry. I wouldn’t be dating Brendan if he didn’t treat me with respect. You can trust him.” I swear I could hear her smiling through the line. Then she giggled and reminded me how the saying goes that girls always end up with boys who remind them of their father. She said Brendan reminds her of me. GREAT. That daughter of mine knows how to push the boys’ buttons. Her Old Man’s included. That she DEFINITELY got from Dorothea.
6:15 pm
I swear to GOD, I am fucking DONE with the Press. What the fuck makes these guys think they have the right to know every fucking detail of my life? Since when does being a celebrity mean airing your dirty laundry and confessing your sins in public? That stupid fuck from whatever rag he’s from at the Press Call today went too damned far. I can grin and bite my tongue for most stuff, but that Piece of Fuck was just obnoxious and rude.
I get it that the Latin press is unusually candid, moreso than just about anywhere in the world. But there’s a line you don’t cross. Family is off-limits. And that Fuck didn’t even insinuate—he flat-out called me a liar. I shouldn’t have taken his bait, but I never thought honesty was a problem. I told the truth—my wife knows everything about my past and I am totally faithful to her. Then that motherfucker said she should know better than to trust an “old womanizer” like me! What the Fuck? It was all I could do just to tell him he was full of it rather than punch him full-on in the fucking face. Thank God Rich was able to talk me down before I really put my foot in my mouth.
And now I’m the one who’s gonna get skewered for putting him in his place, though anybody else would have done the same. What the hell happened to fucking manners? Civility? Respect?
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