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I am
...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
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Sunday, April 06, 2003
North Beach Pizzeria
We had the nicest gay waiter today. His name was Carlos and he's been living in California for fifteen years.
Carlos: Where are you from?
Me: Germany.
Carlos: Oh, Germany, that's beautiful!
Me: Thank you.
Carlos: Are you on your honeymoon?
TS: No, no.
Carlos [winking]: Well, then make it your honeymoon, sweethearts!
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Carlos: I always lie about my name, my age and how long the pizza takes.
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Carlos: Did he give you a mint?
Me: Yes.
Carlos: And did he open the wrapper for you?
Me [laughing]: No.
Carlos [to my boy-friend]: Shame on you! A guy should always be a gentleman.
Me [still laughing]: As a feminist, I probably would have slapped him if he'd tried that.
Carlos: Way to go, girl, gimme five!
posted by Bunny at 6:31 AM
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Thursday, April 03, 2003
Vietnamese customs
When I was in Vietnam some years ago it struck me how German I was even though my roots lie within this country. There were many things that I wasn't accustomed to, for example that people assumed I was more stupid then they were only because I was younger or their way of showing hospitality which I felt was very pushy. Whenever we would have dinner, my relatives would put pieces of food into my bowl without asking me. Of course, this is appropriate in a culture where a guest would never dare to take seconds even if he's invited to do so by the host. However, I personally felt being patronized even though they meant well.
Yesterday TS, BH and I went out to eat in a Vietnamese restaurant and we ordered Pho. The typical plate of bean sprouts, lime wedges, basil leaves, and jalapeno slices arrived with our bowls. And as TS and BH were not familiar with the process of eating Pho, I just started to squeeze the lemon juice into my boy-friend's bowl and fill it up with the herbs and sprouts. Suddenly I realized that I was behaving exactly like my Vietnamese relatives. Patronizing feels so much better when you're not on the receiving end.
posted by Bunny at 12:52 AM
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Tuesday, April 01, 2003
American breakfast
American sports bars have spread throughout German major cities so that you can get your real American BBQ burger, curly fries and milkshake outside of the US. But these restaurants can't fill my need for American cereals. Normally my breakfast consists of a cigarette and a can of diet coke. In the US however there are far too many options I can't resist. Supermarkets offer an assortment of at least 200 different cereals, each with a different artificial flavor (honey, cinnamon, maple syrup, apple, to name a few) . Sometimes I'm tempted to eat a bowl of mini Oreo cookies with milk, that probably would also count as cereals. Muffins, scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, French toast and pancakes with maple syrup are nice, too, but they never induce the same craving as cereals do.
posted by Bunny at 1:38 AM
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