Durchgeknallt.


Uhh.... I think I'm among my own, or something.

I was (really) apprehensive when I left Vienna on Friday to fly to Germany ...because of the whole thing about diving back into the world to which I used to belong, and reconnecting with my family, and all that. But so far, it's been pretty fantastic. Right now I'm in Bonn (the former capital) visiting my cousin Carolin and her husband Marcel. Carolin and I used to braid each others' hair, play naked in each others backyards (when we were wee kinder), have laugh attacks together at church, get in trouble for staying up and talking about boys all night, and all that good stuff. She's also the first friend I ever got drunk with and was there the first time I got asked out on a real date. Marcel is a whimsical social worker who likes to teach me the finer points of German rock music, and keeps making me sit on the Hoerkissen (err..."listening pillow"), a cushion that is strategically situated between his speakers (for constructive interference...yay, physics!), while he schools me on German pop music and blurts out "Das ist doch der Hammer!" every time there's a good part.

They like to sit in their comfy kitchen and smoke, and I like to hang out with them and drink coffee.


Last night we went to a pub with some of their friends, where I had not only my first ever taste of the local brew , but also learned something about how German i am. In Toronto, I'm usually the first to finish my drink and then fidget around impatiently before the next round starts, hoping that I don't look like a lush. Last night, I was always the last to finish my drink and had to hurry to catch up. Ha! I had a moment when I looked around and realized, whoa, all these girls kind of look like me (you know...kinda too much makeup, dyed hair, slightly big-nosed, somewhat fat-assed, but still hot) Teehee.

When we went home at 3am, Carolin was like, "You know, I keep going home early like this. On Tuesday, we will go out for real."

It's going to be a while till I have internet access enough to publish this blog, but I'm going to keep writing anyways, like a kid writing to santa even after learning he doesn't exist.

Posted: Sat - April 30, 2005 at 07:03 PM        

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