The last night on the cruise was amazing! The show team (featuring Elliot, former figure skater) did a show on the ice rink which was shortly followed by a farewell party on deck. It was just Elliot, myself, Ellie, Kayleigh, Kelly and Gabrielle at first whilst our show team friends provided the entertainment. Once our inhibitions had been significantly diminished through alcohol consumption we were up on the dancefloor haha. I was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt from Armani, a dark grey waistcoat from Dolce & Gabbana and matching grey pants with a skinny belt from Fendi, brown Tom Ford shoes and my Cartier. Elliot was wearing a tight fitting Dolce & Gabbana long sleeved t-shirt which looked worn and frayed (I could see his abdominals and pecs!) with a pair of slim Dolce & Gabbana jeans and the new Gucci boots in brown. Ellie was wearing a D&G grey bustier dress with some red patterned Laboutins. Kayleigh was wearing a patterned Pucci dress with opaque tights and Versace booties. Kelly was wearing a layered, sequined Rue du Mail dress with some Thomas Wylde knee high warrior boots and finally Gabrielle was wearing a corset type top which had a huge corsage bustier thing on by Ana Sekularac (Victoria Beckham has been pictured in it) with some skinny leather/pvc leggings and a pair of platformed Laboutins.
Whilst we, amongst the other passengers, were up dancing a little five year old girl who I was dancing near, fell and began crying. I usually hate children but this one was adorable. I picked her up and she hugged me while I took her to her parents who were rather drunk but no more than I. They were lovely and the little girl, Lily, sat on my knee whilst we talked. In the midst of our conversation, during an interlude in a song, Danny (one of the singers) said "Ladies and Gentlemen Gabrielle: your star from Chicago" I turned around and Gabrielle was leaping through the air with her foot touching her head whilst the other was outstretched in front of her haha, Lily stopped crying to watch, then Gabrielle went running at Reggie, another of the dancers, and he grabbed her and held her in the air whilst one leg was straight and the other was bent into a v shape and her toes met her other leg. It looked rather strange. Once he'd put her down from this he held her to him and she bent herself backwards into a "C" shape haha... She looked like an invertebrate! Then everybody just carried on dancing haha. Lily had stopped crying now and seemed amazed by what she'd just seen; her parents told me that we'd been the talk of the ship haha. In some of the restaurants you dine with families who you've never met before and they said that more or less everyone they'd ate with had mentioned us. I felt honored haha.
After an hour or so of dancing the show team finished and another band came on. We immediately sat them down and ordered shots and cocktails. By the time it came to midnight we were all drunk.. A song came on (I can't remember what one) and Ellie threw her arms up in the air and leant back in excitement, however whilst throwing her arms up she released her Blackberry which hit the railing and went into the sea, she just sat up and exclaimed "Oh Jesus Christ! That's the fourth this month... Somebody ring Elaine while I go and get a spare." Elaine is one of her fathers assistants, we did so and meanwhile Gabrielle had a little dance off with Reggie.. Not that she likes the attention or anything haha.
We stayed out until about 4 o'clock, the last part of the night is a little bit of a blur for fairly obvious reasons. All I remember is walking back across the deck and Kayleigh saying "I don't want to fall overboard", Kelly saying "So who's coming back to my room tonight then" and Gabrielle replying "I'll come and stay over... (slight pause whilst her brain turned on) Ohhh, perhaps not then. Reggie can come to mine" whilst Ellie mumbled "I feel so nauseous" my next memory was waking up next to Elliot with my Blackberry buzzing...
It was now our day for disembarkation and we were all splitting up to go to our various destinations. Kelly and Kayleigh were going back to London, Ellie was flying to Chicago and Elliot was going to Milan to meet up with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. Gabrielle and I were flying to Beverly Hills however she'd phoned to say that my flight was at 4 am but she could not be bothered waiting until that ridiculous hour. I requested for that flight time to be booked so that I could sleep the entire duration of the flight and save my nerves and premature aging due to stress (heaven forbid!) So whilst everybody left at various stages throughout the day I packed my luggage and went and checked in at The Grand Hotel Vesuvio in Naples. I was there by half past 1, left my bags in the room and went to the gym for 3 hours followed by a massage and then sheer boredom in my room. I drank a bottle of Krug Mensil to help calm my nerves and phoned various people to pass the time along with being on Dlist.
At half about 1 a.m a car arrived to take me to Rome airport where I was catching a 13 and half hour flight to LAX. Trauma. I had planned this well though. The previous night I didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock and if me Elliot slept together we won't have gone to sleep until a couple of hours after that and Gabrielle was telephoning me at 8 am. I still hadn't slept since then and I was forcing myself to stay awake so I would sleep on the plane. When I got to the airport and sat in the lounge the nerves began to kick in as I thought about what I was about to endure... So, I went to the bar. I didn't feel like drinking at all, but it was this or a nervous breakdown, so I had no other option. By the time boarding time had arrived I was drunk. I stumbled through the airport in sunglasses, attempting to look composed however, I'm guessing I did not. I got on to the plane and sat next to a rather good looking man, who looked like he was on business with his laptop bag, and gave myself white knuckles whilst we took off and then went to sleep for 11 hours. I was woken up by my bladder feeling as though it was about to burst... Usually I don't undo my seatbeat for the duration of the flight but I was literally at bursting point, so I went quickly. That was about the tenth time I have ever used the toilet on a plane out of all the times I've flown. I sat back in my seat next to the handsome sleeping business man and noticed his erection, as did the passing air steward who looked at me and smirked haha... I hadn't had sex all day the day before and now I was sat on a plane next to a man with a substantially sized erection sticking up through his pants. This was torture! I slept for another hour and a half and then was woken by a lady bringing me some food. I was hungry and hungover but I was not that desperate. I could have cooked something better myself and I've never picked up a pan in my life, plus I keep shoes in my kitchen cupboards. It was repulsive. The bread wasn't even nice!
Once I'd landed at about 8am I collected all 7 cases off the conveyor belt (2 boxes had been sent home) whilst everybody stared at the luggage, once again, and maneuvered 2 trollies through the airport and outside to find my mother sat in a BMW X6. I walked over and nocked on the boot, insinuating she should open it, she didn't, I nocked again, still she didn't open it. I walked around to the passenger window and said "Mother will yo-" she started screaming and put the window up and started the engine, I thought she was going to decapitate me until she realized and said "Jesus Christ Kyle you nearly gave me a heart attack!" ... Now you know where Gabrielle gets all her common sense and intelligence from. I put the trunks and cases in the car whilst my mother very briefly touched the corner of it as I lifted it in every now and again and then she took me for a drive to see the house. It's situated on a slope and is gated and extremely modern it boasts 1.4 acres and has a tennis court on the premises, a gym, 6 bedrooms, 11 baths.. We would be able to stay there however my mother doesn't like the laminate flooring which is in a couple of the rooms so that's being taken up and she wants a few of the bedrooms redecorating. So she took me to The Hotel Bel-Air where she, my father and Gabrielle were staying. As soon as I got to my room Gabrielle came in and said "Can we go out tonight?" I thought about it for a while and then agreed. I hadn't had sex for far too long and I needed to have some fun after the endurance I just had. I told myself I wasn't going to drink though and had a little sleep.
I got ready and then went out to a club called Les Deux which Gabrielle said was good. I didn't find it to be anything exciting however it seemed it was the place where a few models had congregated so I managed to acquire myself a good looking 22 year old Los Angeles boy and take him back to the hotel. We had a good night and I think it seemed better because I had been waiting for it haha.
In the morning I went to the door and said bye and then approximately 3 seconds later there was a knock on the door, I went back (in my underwear) and there was my mother. She looked at me and said "Kyle who was that gentleman who just left your room." I stuttered and she said "You don't even know his name" I said "I do however I was drunk last night and can't remember." She looked at me as I do Gabrielle when she's just done something ridiculously stupid (like trying to hoover up spilt wine like she did the other week) and said "Kyle, I am rather partial to a drink myself and I know a morning after when I see one, now that glowing complexion of yours does not reflect a night of excessive alcohol consumption" I replied "Ok mother, I didn't ask for his name. Why would I ask irrelevant questions though, it's only intercourse, it's not as though I have a number to put with him in my contact list." She said "You never fail to amaze me darling, now where's your sister?" She text me last night just saying "I'm back xo" I had no clue where. I looked around and said "err, in her room" then mother said "Kyle I hope you haven't influenced her to follow in your footsteps and take people home for 'just intercourse'" I said "Of course not mother" as I always did, however truth be it that I am probably the reason she does. Gabrielle's room is on the opposite side of the hotel to mine and my mums so she gets away with it more. My mother left to go and see Gabrielle and I immediately phoned her. She answered and I said "Gabrielle Mum's coming, so get rid of whoever you took back because I will get the blame." She replied "Oh Gordon Benett what does she want? We've only just woke up and I didn't want him to go yet.. He can come to your room." And before I had time to protest she had hung up. A few moments later there was another knock on the door and a good looking man about my age came walking in in a cardigan and boxer shorts. I asked if he'd seen my mother and he said "Is she the fit one?" I just said "Pardon?" and he said "Blonde, looks like she's spent all morning in the spa and getting her hair done?" That was mother. He only passed her on the corridor though. He went back and I began getting ready.
I lazed around the pool all day today as I am absolutely exhausted as did Gabrielle. My parents have been lay next to us on the phone constantly talking about varied subjects such as "And what is that property valued at? Have somebody go and view it and get back to me. Get hold of the contractors and find out what needs to be done. What meetings do I have when I get back..." Thank god I do not work. My parents don't have to, they have managers and things who could simply run it but they choose not to for some inexplicable reason. We're going to Mr. Chow for a meal tonight, me and Gabrielle used to know China (the daughter of the owner) because my father sold them their house so we may see her, however I doubt she's there.
I'll speak to you in the week,