Its Back!!!! Blogger, those scat fetishists, is still messing around with HeisseScheisse, but for the most part its back up.
I took a solo trip up to Hannover this weekend. For those expat women out there, I got to spend the day sitting on my ass, drinking coffee and chatting up a storm with a girlfriend. If you’re like me, its been ages, AGES since you had a face to face conversation with a woman you can connect with. And it was fantastic. As J says, we talked our lips off.
So, needless to say, I had a fabu time with Mausi on Saturday.
I was scared about taking the train by myself. I feel like such a baby, but my German is functional at best. I’ve never taken the train in Germany before, well once to Oktoberfest, but Sparky navigated. I had no idea how to find my wagen, platz etc… If there had been a jumper or a canceled train, I might have been in a bit of trouble. I also like to know what the routine is, you know, before I stand at the end of the checkout counter waiting for my groceries to be bagged by non-existent baggers, if you catch my drift. I just wanted to know what to do and how to do it.
Sparky walked me through it in the morning and Mausi made sure I got on correctly in the evening. I felt very protected. It was really nice.
Let me tell you, Boweltown in freekin’ cold. Hannover? Colder. I’m not going to complain anymore.
Christina took me to a fabu coffee house with great lattes. We stayed there until we got hungry. Then we went to an American bar and grill. I know, shitty American, looking for a bit of home in central Europe, but whatever. I had the best California burger I’ve had since Barney’s on College Ave in Oaktown. It was so good I wanted to bring one home to Sparky. I didn’t, but I thought about it.
The train ride was totally uneventful except for the part where my skirt rode up and I flashed everyone for half the trip. “Everyone” was one particular man who made a point of walking up and down the aisle by my seat until I was uncomfortable enough to make sure my pea coat was covering my lap and legs. It wasn’t.
I don’t know why I have such problems keeping my skirt down. I swear, I have flashed half the world by now.
Anyway, I didn’t take any pictures because I needed new batteries and frankly, we were talking so much I totally forgot about it.
So, I’ve made a decision. I want to coordinate a girls’ weekend. Anyone interested?