...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, September 25, 2007
I had my cell phone stolen there but I still heart CPH In November 2006 I furnished a flat for the very first time in my life and even hung up some pictures. After all, nesting is expected once you arrive at your final destination. And what a superb destination it is: Bohemian Berlin with its stiletto-eating pavements and the 1€ doner kebabs, the no dress code clubs and all night public transportation. Inhabited by wonderful people like BB who makes you sandwiches and AC who gets you drunk on Ricard in dodgy areas of the city.
However I was overly optimistic when I put nails into my living room wall to settle for good. One of my dumber alter egos decided that it's all going too well and therefore has accepted a job in Copenhagen. She thinks it might be fun to eat Danish hot dogs and learn a language that evolved from a throat disease in the third most expensive city in the world.
But I shouldn't despair, there are some things to look forward to:
Leaving the office at 5 p.m.
A surplus of attractive Scandinavian lads at my disposal
Besides, a country that puts these comic strips in its newspaper must rock harder that a diamond.
Stealing my thunder Next week I'll see my best friend RP again for a high school reunion. Apparently she's got some big news to share. So do I. Hers probably involve a ring. Mine also start with an R but then merely continue with esignation.