<strong>MARK JACOBSEN - ENTERING THE CLUB &amp; LOUNGE BAR </strong><br/><br/>I was lounging on the back seat of his Bentley enjoying the street view from the darkened side windows. 'Another good day' I mused as the light breeze from the air conditioner swept my face. It had taken a while to get this far but it had sure been worth it. Nice evening at the club and perhaps some strolling after would make perfect end for it.<br/><br/><strong>“And here we are, Sir, just leave you at the front?” </strong><br/><br/>Kent, my driver,  asked from the front as he  nodded towards the parking lots and club entrance. I found long ago that I prefer the freedom to drink and consume what I wished at my off time, and even though the law is never really a problem here if one has enough money – my own safety sure is. I have found that having a driver of my own allows me to enjoy my days a lot better.<br/><strong><br/>“Yeah, just leave me here and I will message you if and when I need to go somewhere. It will be a while, relax and have a drink or two if you want for few hours.” </strong><br/><br/>I told him in relaxed tone and made one more check on my attire as the car rolled to stop at the front. It was a nice day and I was dressed for lounging more than for any official occasion. my dress shoes and white slacks were top notch as was his short sleeved black dress shirt, but I always tended to wear them haphazardly in my own style. My shirt was usually always untucked, few buttons open from the top – it was my free time so I did not really care.<br/><br/>With New&Lingwood shoes, and slacks and shirt from House of Brioni, it was very expensive way to dress more casually, but I have stopped thinking about money in that way. What good is it if you do not use it anyway? I stepped out of the car to the entrance, and took my membership pass from my breast pocket to show to the guard who came to greet me as soon as I walked to the doors. Polite greeting, quick but very professional inspection of the pass, everything here was smooth and convenient.<br/><br/>I strode inside and to the lounge bar as soon as the formalities were over and I got in. I was not in a hurry to anywhere for once, so I went to sit at the bar desk, relaxing and taking in to the surroundings to see who were around. I was not really in the mood for getting drunk so I simply ordered a pint of Trappist Westvleteren, and was surprised to find that they actually had it. Living in Europe definitely had its perks – Belgium was not all that far. Now that the most important thing was taken care of I turned to have a better look at the surroundings, surely there would be something going on at this hour.