...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Everything in excess Further additions to the fridge over the weekend: beer, diet coke and a giant sized bag of ice cubes. The chili sauce is happy to have new play mates. The cornichons are sulking over their lost best bud status. The wine is too grown up to talk to anyone.
It has been a very busy weekend with a friend visiting, buying a shower curtains, playing ping pong, eating non-stop and hanging out in cafes, bars and clubs. Food consisted of typical Berlin staples: brunch and doner kebab. Health levels remain on a stable low. Same for sleep levels. Now I just have to cut down on working hours to have a fun life but rich husbands are rare in Berlin so status quo will have to do.
Leading a better life I have adopted a new mission (besides the old one of not getting fired for blatant incompetence): trying all Vietnamese restaurants in Berlin. Monsieur Vuong will be the first one. I hope he will be gentle.
This might be the first step to eating properly again after my stress-based starvation diet but I doubt it: The contents of my fridge still consist of two bottles of wine, a jar of cornichons and a chili sauce. Despite all the Vietnamese food in the world my inner student will never die.
Berlin, Berlin I already had my painful initiation to Berlin: loveparade, Tacheles, a magazine party, a major hangover, making a boy cry, ping pong in the park and lots of walking. I can barely drag my poor, beaten body to work. It's going to be a great life.
It's all about the rabbits Two weeks and I still have no idea how to do my new job. I try to compensate by working long hours. While I am keeping myself under the delusion that everything will be better once I am in Berlin but, first, I will have to survive my move that I unfortunately planned for the day of the Loveparade. I can picture myself fending off half naked Techno clubbers with my giant suitcase already. In the end, it's only watching the baby bunnies hopping around the office grounds when I leave the office that keeps me from developing an ulcer.
Brazil-France 0:1 So how does it work out when I go to Brussels for a weekend to take a break from the football craze? The friend I visit dragged me to Lille to watch the French play on a big screen with all the flag waving, painted faces and ecstatic fans that can fit onto the market place in Lille. In retribution, I took him shopping on the day after. He got the lesser end of the deal because, secretly, I enjoyed watching the game a lot. And I really deserve some enjoyment after the first horrendous week of work with many more to follow. Next time I need to pick a better season to change jobs, summer is wasted on the confused and tired.