More adventures in rank snobbery
I have to travel next week for business, and my employer has graciously thoughtfully helpfully punitively booked me into a private club/hotel for the duration of my stay. From what I hear, it’s the kind of place that has a dress code for going to the shower, and where their concept of high-tech stops at a bakelite rotary phone with a cord as thick as an anaconda.
I must remember to pack an ascot.
July 4th, 2008 at 4:23 pm
Where you goin?
July 4th, 2008 at 6:04 pm
Victoria. Visiting my company’s head office for the first time.
July 17th, 2008 at 4:51 pm
Victoria - Mrs. Pig and I visited the place in April 2004. Fabulous, fabulous. Don’t forget to bring your pipe and smoking jacket for the ritual strut in front of the Empress Hotel.
Sheeeyaaattt.. By the time you read this, you’ll be back. Oh well, I’m sure you won’t have disappointed.
Victoria: the place of the newly wed, and the nearly dead.
July 17th, 2008 at 7:57 pm
The Empress? Compared to the the place I stayed, that place is a lowbrow dump. They might as well scatter discarded appliances and rusting Dodge Chargers across the front lawn.
I have nothing negative to say about Victoria, except for all the seagull shit.
July 18th, 2008 at 5:09 am
The thing I enjoyed most about Victoria was the summer-like climate in April. That, and the wicked meal at Il Terrazo, where we dined in a room adjacent to Premier Gordon Campbell and friends.
Brushness with greatness.
July 18th, 2008 at 7:52 am
I supposed the only thing I noticed about Victoria that wasn’t so lovely was the odd strung-out junkie wandering around downtown. But hey, that’s the price you have to pay to visit a city as great as that.