Dresden Days
Forever loving Dresden - this is my new motto (quote: "What's a motto?" - "No, whatsamatter with you???"). From leaving Berlin early on Saturday morning all the way down to arriving in back in Berlin on Monday afternoon, everything was a bliss and a blessing. Johann still knows how to celebrate properly, and apparently I still know how to dance... of sorts.
The day proper started with drinking coffee on Johann's balcony, with the sun giving its best to give us the first idea of a tan, and was followed by walking around Dresden, taking photos, being mistaken for Easterns and Westeners (respectively and without respect) and found its first climax in taking part in a tour of the VW works next to Garten park. (Note to self: forever loving Dresden, excepting VW tours.) At least we got a laugh out of the tour guide, who probably hates us forever. But such is life.
Preparing a party is a piece of cake when you only have an hour until the guests start arriving: buy a crate of beer, some wine, some food items, joke with the checkout people, carry the whole shebang home and start cooking while working away on your beer.
Dancing is so much easier when you don't care what you look like because (1) you know you look great, (2) you are too intoxicated not to look great, (3) everybody is as happy as you are and looks as great as you do, and (4) it really is easy. Playing pool is not as easy, but see points (1) through (4) for explanations why we did it anyway.
Taking a walk to give your body a break feels good when it snows, having scrambled eggs for breakfast at some undisclosed location for whatever money you have left feels good, too. Taking a nap from 11 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. was an ugly necessity, but served its function. Going to the sauna for the rest of the days was purely an encore. Forever loving the Pirna sauna, too.
I feel good like I have not in a long time. Meeting girls was a nice thing, having the time of the last few years was a nice thing, having friends is a nice thing.
The day proper started with drinking coffee on Johann's balcony, with the sun giving its best to give us the first idea of a tan, and was followed by walking around Dresden, taking photos, being mistaken for Easterns and Westeners (respectively and without respect) and found its first climax in taking part in a tour of the VW works next to Garten park. (Note to self: forever loving Dresden, excepting VW tours.) At least we got a laugh out of the tour guide, who probably hates us forever. But such is life.
Preparing a party is a piece of cake when you only have an hour until the guests start arriving: buy a crate of beer, some wine, some food items, joke with the checkout people, carry the whole shebang home and start cooking while working away on your beer.
Dancing is so much easier when you don't care what you look like because (1) you know you look great, (2) you are too intoxicated not to look great, (3) everybody is as happy as you are and looks as great as you do, and (4) it really is easy. Playing pool is not as easy, but see points (1) through (4) for explanations why we did it anyway.
Taking a walk to give your body a break feels good when it snows, having scrambled eggs for breakfast at some undisclosed location for whatever money you have left feels good, too. Taking a nap from 11 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. was an ugly necessity, but served its function. Going to the sauna for the rest of the days was purely an encore. Forever loving the Pirna sauna, too.
I feel good like I have not in a long time. Meeting girls was a nice thing, having the time of the last few years was a nice thing, having friends is a nice thing.
posted by Janek Albinsky at 3:59 PM
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