Today I really took care of business. I ran all sorts of errands - off to the post-bank-depot, the phone store, the grocery store, yada yada yada. Feeling like I've accomplished something is great!
This evening Caroline and I decided we were going to go see a movie at this university student-run theater thing. We wanted to see Der Baader Meinhof Komplex, a German film about the Red Army Faction (a terrorist group in Germany in the 1960's and 70's). We'd never been to this place before but we figured that, since entry was only 2 euros, we wanted to find it. The theater's website gave us an address, directions, even the bus stop to get off at. But when we got there we couldn't find it; we couldn't find anything. It was a deserted street with a few lonely apartment buildings. We were understandably confused and very cold, as it's still below freezing here and there's several inches of snow on the ground. We wander up and down the street, looking for this address that simply does not exist. It's time for the movie, but we can't find the theater! How does one miss an entire freaking building?!
We see these people coming towards us down a side street, a guy and a girl. I walk over to them, getting ready to ask for directions. But the guy just brushes past before I even get a chance to finish saying "Entschuldigung ...". He says, "I don't have time." I was like, "The hell you don't! I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM! Please stop! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!" So I verbally accosted two strangers in an alley in Braunschweig while looking for directions to a seemingly nonexistant theater.
The guy finally stops and says, "Oh, it's right through there," pointing down the long, dark alley from which he and his lady friend came. Great. Into the alleyway we go. Ten or fifteen freezing minutes later we do find the place, but by then the movie had been going for half an hour and we were too late. Do I consider this night a failure, or just a different kind of success? Like, I succeeded at getting so cold that I couldn't feel my big toes. That's a kind of success, right? Yeah! Think positive! woo!
Jeez.
This evening Caroline and I decided we were going to go see a movie at this university student-run theater thing. We wanted to see Der Baader Meinhof Komplex, a German film about the Red Army Faction (a terrorist group in Germany in the 1960's and 70's). We'd never been to this place before but we figured that, since entry was only 2 euros, we wanted to find it. The theater's website gave us an address, directions, even the bus stop to get off at. But when we got there we couldn't find it; we couldn't find anything. It was a deserted street with a few lonely apartment buildings. We were understandably confused and very cold, as it's still below freezing here and there's several inches of snow on the ground. We wander up and down the street, looking for this address that simply does not exist. It's time for the movie, but we can't find the theater! How does one miss an entire freaking building?!
We see these people coming towards us down a side street, a guy and a girl. I walk over to them, getting ready to ask for directions. But the guy just brushes past before I even get a chance to finish saying "Entschuldigung ...". He says, "I don't have time." I was like, "The hell you don't! I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM! Please stop! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!" So I verbally accosted two strangers in an alley in Braunschweig while looking for directions to a seemingly nonexistant theater.
The guy finally stops and says, "Oh, it's right through there," pointing down the long, dark alley from which he and his lady friend came. Great. Into the alleyway we go. Ten or fifteen freezing minutes later we do find the place, but by then the movie had been going for half an hour and we were too late. Do I consider this night a failure, or just a different kind of success? Like, I succeeded at getting so cold that I couldn't feel my big toes. That's a kind of success, right? Yeah! Think positive! woo!
Jeez.
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The success in this, I think, is actually finding the theatre in question so you can go see a movie next time. Hehehe.. And I don't blame your going to Norman as much as I blame my getting spun out and falling into my own special hole. But yes, Dan-Dan-The-Preacher-Man asked me to marry him. I wish you could be there.
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