Day 27 - What you talkin' bout, puten?

Ok, no excuses for my recent laziness with the blog.  Just getting through and getting by, I guess, I'm sure you all understand.  If you don't...well, tough titties. 

Something occurred to me about this blog.  I find myself wanting to swear at times and, other than the occasional "shit", I've not done it for fear of offending.  Well, if you're not the type to like the odd f-word, you may want to stop reading.  I've been reading a new author and his work is rife with "fucks" and "dickheads".  The writing is not that great but I did notice that his dialogue was enhanced with the cursing, it made it easier to relate to.  Therefore I said fuck it and am going to do what I need to do.  Moving on.

So, the Rathaus is pretty much the same as any other government building.  Confusing, inhospitable and just generally imposing.  The lady we spoke to (well, Christian spoke to her, the bitch just ignored us) was extremely rude and looked like a huge poker up her ass was the least of her obviously considerable issues.  After a (thankfully) brief exchange, we were issued an appointment in July.  My first inclination was to scoff and say "Are you fucking kidding me?" but I reined it in and decided to go with the flow.  My day went much better as a result.  We had beer, ate Frichadellan (No clue if that's spelled correctly) and just generally malaised (I know malaised is not a word but again, it's my blog so my rules) about town.  The Frichdellan is ground meat, in this case turkey (or puten in German), that's deep fried in burger form and plopped on some delicious German brot.  I assure you, it's as tasty as it sounds, deep fried turkey burgers...to die for.  They're like Lays, betcha can't eat just one. 

News came down today.  Cary has an audition for a traveling show based out of London.  That means we're going to London next week, fuck yeah!  Been eager to go for ever and now it looks as though it's gonna go down.  Trafalgar Square, London Dungeons, guards with tall furry hats...it's going to be a blast.  I promise to go full tourist and take a zillion pics to share.  Kierstie has been before and I haven't so she's excited to play tour guide to her ignorant husband...hehe.  Also, we've booked our hotel in Rome for June.  We're meeting my parents there and I can't wait.  Flights are stupid pricey though, I am hoping they go down in the next day or two.  We're in "wait and see" mode.

Lesson for the day.  If a Turkish barber comes at you with a flaming cotton ball, don't freak out...He's just doing his job.

Ian