Miss (Im)Perfect

I don’t know how I do it but I always get into interesting situations, like recently when I had a dinner with the Miss of Kosovo who is also ranked 13^th at Miss Universe. How it came to that? Glad you’re asking.

A close friend of my dad made his money with a restaurant in Geneva and he is also head of the Miss Kosovo committee so he invited us two for dinner at his restaurant. My dad told me on our way to Geneva that the Miss will also join. I so wasn’t prepared for that and I hoped she wouldn’t be as I imagine a miss.

So in his restaurant my dad and I met the official photographer of the miss but he was constantly typing on his iphone.. jerk. My dad’s friend arrived with Diana (her name without any title) more than 1 hour too late and I was about to pass out that hungry as I was, so I didn’t like her.. or him.. or anybody at that moment.

Then his head chef came and proposed us a really nice menu; caprese salad with a basilica dressing as starter, fried potato’s with cheese for side, beef filet with Mediterranean vegetables for main course and for dessert he proposed a surprise which turned out to be chocolate mouse, tiramisu and delicious vanilla ice cream. It sounded like heaven in my ears but no the miss wanted to have penne siciliana, how disrespectful must it be to not take the chef’s advise when he’s willing to prepare something special and which is not on the menu. But okay..

The time between the ordering and the first course turned out to be the longest I have ever had to wait for food, not because of the preparing time but because of the conversation. Diana talked about the Miss Universe contest and how she didn’t like Las Vegas (How could you not like Las Vegas?) because of the food and the temperature and everything, then she started to gossip about every Miss from every nation on the world, which one was fat, which was short, which was a slut and which looked how ugly without make up.. OMG! I can’t stand those conversations. I was so waiting to get food so she would hopefully stop talking. Then the worst thing ever.. she started to speak about her weight. At this point I have to mention, if you’re a girl and you start to complain about your weight, you’ll never ever see me again. Finally the food came, thx god! It was so delicious! And even her food looked great but what did she do? She had 2 forks and said she couldn’t eat anymore, instead she wanted strawberries.. why to hell would an Italian restaurant have strawberries? So she wanted a fruit plate instead – ignorant little **** (who is younger than I am, by the way). I think that was the dinner where I’ve spoken the least in my life (you could actually call it: the dinner of records) I enjoyed every course and when she received a huge plate full of fruits she had only about 2 forks again and said she couldn’t eat anymore. WTF?? I knew that I had to drive back for about 2 hours but I couldn’t endure that dinner without wine and it was the only time I drank before I drove but that girl broke my nerves. Because she didn’t eat that much she had more time to speak, so she explained that she won the title Miss Photogene at the miss universe contest, which means she wins a contract with a modeling agency of Donald Trump for 1 year and she would live during that time in New York. How cool is that? But what did she do? She complained about that she will refuse that contract because she didn’t like the U.S and the food there and everything. Stupid little girl I thought.

All in all that evening was a waste of exam preparation time though I hadn’t started then yet, I’m so happy that my girl is so not like her. But that evening had a good side though.. another article for my blog.

Cheers