Decadence
I just got home from the most decadent weekend I've had in years.
I went over to a friend's country house, to celebrate the end of our first Spring Break. Of course, we were like 11 people in the house (which can harbour up to twenty, so it was rather comfortable). A very hot guy aside, it was really amusing. The cooks were worthy of a King's table, conversation was pleasing, and games entertaining. We played a huge variety of card and board games, Badminton (how it ought to be played, in an idle weekend with no worries and having a conversation with the other couple of players and a very cold drinks at hand). I'm happy.
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Wow. You went to a place
Wow. You went to a place with a personal cook. I still sometimes think that stuff like personal chefs and indoor swimming pools in your house is just in the movies. Forgive me I'm, a victim of Middleclass America.
Yay for being happy! :)
Well. I live in a third
Well. I live in a third world country, so we can afford cooks and maids and stuff like that. Lovely things you can do when there's a lot of poor people around... Now, not kidding, yeah, it's a luxury certain percentage of the population can have access to here, but most of them make the maids work on relatively unfair conditions. We've made a point of providing our cook and maid with more than what they need, housing, transport and food, so I'm not saying we exploit them or anything, but some people do and it's awful.
" . . . The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it." Charles Dickens