What a job. I was just wondering aloud to my hubby just how often the host of this show gets laid. But seriously. How fabulous to be paid to travel around the world and ask the following question “What kind of alcohol d’ya got around here?” wherever you go…and with all that booze flowing, I’m just thinking that ‘things’ just happen. A blonde chick in Sweden, and sultry black-haired minx in Morocco, a buxom babe in Northern Ireland.
But I digress.
I’ve thought more about it, and really, I don’t think I want to be him. No, thanks. He’s forced, or asked politely, to drink and eat some pretty wacky stuff. And what if he doesn’t FEEL like drinking? I’m fine just to crack a good bottle of wine if and when I want a sip or two or ten.
But none tonight, because I have a big day of beach volleyball tomorrow, and need to be ready to go. Can’t wait!