Well, let me tell you. Today was a day...and not much more. I woke up cranky and annoyed. Kierstie and I had coffee and after about an hour of me muttering, she dragged my ass back to bed and we went back to sleep. A little "Baum Chicka Baum Baum" after that made the day much better, how well Kierstie knows me. Best Wife Ever! We hit the town again, grabbed some nibblies and walked around, but it was cold today, so we started back and stopped at the Cafe Ferdinand for a beer/wine before coming home. We hit up a couple of episodes of Deadwood (wicked show) and fell asleep...again. I know, it's a hard life for us here.
There's a festival going on in Bochum right now. It's some kind of renaissance/street festival with people in medieval costumes and swords and live performers. It was fun to walk around and check out the booths but the cold was sucking Kierstie's will to live, so that's when we left. I neglected to bring the camera, so no pics yet, but I'll be sure to bring it out tomorrow and get some to share.
This blog is opening my mind. Feedback from family and friends has been positive and encouraging. It's making me realize that if I can write something like this and entertain people, then maybe me writing a novel isn't as impossible as it sometimes seems. Let me take this opportunity to thank all of you who've sent encouragement. The blog is now being read all over the world. Besides Canada, I have readers in the US, Germany (obviously), Sweden and even Turks and Caicos. The Turks and Caicos reader might just be a friend on vacation (thanks Omar) but still, it looks neat on my statistics map in Google Blogger. I'll take what I can get.
As I said, today was much ado about nothing. As a result, the subject matter of this post is rather Seinfeld-esque...somewhat irrelevant but hopefully entertaining. On a funny note, I'm loving my apparent increase on the hotness scale since we arrived here. Now, I know it's got nothing to do with me personally. I'm sure everyone wonders what it would be like to travel to a far away land and be the exotic foreigner. Well, it appears that German women like exotic foreigners. I have gotten hit on more in the last 2 weeks than in the last 2 years. For example, the night of the costume party there were 2 German girls who were really trying hard (according to Kierstie) to get into my pants. I tend to be a little clueless about it sometimes but Kierstie assures me that they wanted to be the bread in an Ian sandwich. Hello ego boost!
Now I'll think I'll sign off. I'm suddenly feeling the need to drink and watch Vikings.
Lesson for the day. Be excellent to each other...and party on, dude!
Outie...
Ian
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