Here in Europe, at least in some parts of it including Hungary, this week was fall break. This meant I had a whole week off from work and I was going to take advantage of it. My first stop was Germany.
It’d been a while since I’d been to Heidelberg – almost a year in fact. So I was a bit nervous. I was nervous flying in and nervous on the Lufthansa Bus for the 50 minute ride from Frankfurt…I needn’t have been. Continue reading “Heidelberg”
When I was a kid, about 11 or 12, I used to stay up all night watching the Jerry Lewis Telethon. That year, there was this great impressionist named Fred Travalena on and I was in awe. A few weeks later, he was appearing at the Riviera hotel in Vegas, where I lived.
Not knowing any better, I called the hotel and asked for his room. I wanted to meet him and that’s how I thought it was done.
I was put through.
Arrived safely in Helsinki, Finland. More updatery goodness coming soon, back by popular demand.
Internet is spotty in the Baltics. I have 4-5 posts ready to go as soon as I get a solid connection but until then, know I am safe and heading to Latvia.
And you know I’m thinking about you…
I don’t know when they’re coming, but expect a couple of special edition blogs – one on my shadow self portraits and one on the different types of bathrooms I’ve encountered over here.
You have fair warning…
For those of you who have been worried, I am alive and well in Vienna. There will be posts aplenty soon. Sorry for any worry.
I leave the country for three weeks and George Carlin dies? Rest in Peace Mr. Carlin, may you get to say the words you’ve always said and may there be people there to hear them.
Been having an interesting experience lately. A couple of girls I’m involved with, emotionally if not romantically, have needed me recently. And each time I’ve been there. And each time I’ve been a secret. Each of these girls has a boy friend and it’s not me. And each of them I’d date but instead I’m just the good friend.
Now, I’m okay with that…to a point. Where I’m having a hard time is that even though I’m there, no one knows what I’m doing. I’m the secret friend. I’m the one who gets denied and asked to leave as soon as the crisis is over. Continue reading “Secrets…”
Getting the Hang of Thursdays 