We woke up Sunday morning, threw our stuff in the truck, and punched Munich into the GPS. It was a short drive, and we made it to our hostel by 10:30. Upon check-in, we found out there was a guided walking tour of the city that left at 11. It ended up being one of the best things we did the entire trip.
Our tour guide was Auzzie, who was originally from Canada, but had Bavarian roots and plenty of knowledge about Munich and its history.
Munich is a very Catholic city, and since it was Sunday, most of the shops were closed; but there was still plenty to see, including the Glockenspiel, which chimed at noon.
Particularly fascinating was Munich's role in the Third Reich. Hitler considered Munich one of his strongholds, and consequently, it was heavily bombed during WWII. Very few original structures remain, but such great care was taken during reconstruction, one would never know the difference.
The tour was over three hours long, and ended, naturally, at the biergarten.
There was some amazing architecture throughout the city. Auzzie kept referring to this as the Tina Turner Church, but I don't know why.
We met some really cool people on the tour. Among them, Zach (from LA), Ashley and Emily (from Minnesota), Robert (from Bermuda), and Dusty (from Sydney).
After the tour, we hung out in the biergarten for a while, then headed back to the hostel to regroup. That evening, we all went to a big brew house where the beer continued to flow quite liberally.
From there, we headed to another bar across town. This one was an Irish pub, and we had to take two trains to get there.
Then came the karaoke. Lots and lots of karaoke. I'm pretty good at making an ass of myself during karaoke, but that part of the night was rather fuzzy. It was 3 AM by the time we left, and all the trains had stopped, so we had to walk the entire way back to the hostel. I doubt any of us cared; but, like I said, that part of the night was rather fuzzy.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
World of Wolfgang
We didn't have any real plan or agenda or even hotel reservations. It was just Scott and me in my truck with a GPS and enough clothes for three or four days. We decided our first destination would be Salzburg. It was a five-hour drive from home, and we made it there by mid-afternoon.
After finding a hostel, we grabbed some food, and then trekked around the old town. I was really interested to see the birthplace and childhood home of Mozart, so that was our first priority.
After that, we decided to just walk around the city and see what we could find. It's strange how we weren't that far away from Italy, but the architecture was so different.
But like Italy, it was full of narrow streets and cool shops.
After taking in the city, we walked up to Fortress Hohensalzburg, a medieval castle that dates all the way back to 1077.
The castle was fascinating, and it also provided breathtaking views of the city...
...and the countryside. We walked until way after dark, and then decided to head back to the hostel for coffee and sleep.
After finding a hostel, we grabbed some food, and then trekked around the old town. I was really interested to see the birthplace and childhood home of Mozart, so that was our first priority.
After that, we decided to just walk around the city and see what we could find. It's strange how we weren't that far away from Italy, but the architecture was so different.
But like Italy, it was full of narrow streets and cool shops.
After taking in the city, we walked up to Fortress Hohensalzburg, a medieval castle that dates all the way back to 1077.
The castle was fascinating, and it also provided breathtaking views of the city...
...and the countryside. We walked until way after dark, and then decided to head back to the hostel for coffee and sleep.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Introducing the Crew
Friday, we did some shopping and sight seeing in the local area. I made sure to take Scott to the place that's supposed to have the best hot chocolate in northern Italy. We didn't want to venture too far because Friday night, my shop had a going away party for Keith Westry. Scott got to meet all my co-workers, and we all downed several pints of Guiness. Afterward, we went to another bar to see Jake's band play. Scott and I had to turn in kinda early because we had a big adventure on which to embark Saturday morning.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Walking On Water
Scott flew into Milan Wednesday morning. I met him at the airport, and we took the train back to Budoia. It was late afternoon by the time we got home, and after getting settled in, we met some work friends for dinner.
Thursday, we slept late, and then walked around Budoia, making sure to stop at the cafe for a cappuccino. Early Thursday afternoon, we headed to Venice. I've been to Venice enough to know that it's best in the late afternoon/evening. It's less crowded, and the scenery is much better.
We decided to walk through a gallery on Piazza San Marco and saw some incredible Renaissance art, telling the history of the city.
Venice is basically a huge maze, and every time I've gone, Shaun has been there to lead. I knew how to get to the main sights, but Scott and I were feeling adventurous, so we decided to leave the main routes and wander around. Many people think you can't experience Venice without getting lost a little bit, and now I know why.
We saw some really cool canals and alleyways, things that most people don't get to see. We walked for six hours straight, and came close to missing the last train back home. As often as I go, I don't think I'll ever get tired of Venice; and I'm glad Scott got to see so much of it.
Thursday, we slept late, and then walked around Budoia, making sure to stop at the cafe for a cappuccino. Early Thursday afternoon, we headed to Venice. I've been to Venice enough to know that it's best in the late afternoon/evening. It's less crowded, and the scenery is much better.
We decided to walk through a gallery on Piazza San Marco and saw some incredible Renaissance art, telling the history of the city.
Venice is basically a huge maze, and every time I've gone, Shaun has been there to lead. I knew how to get to the main sights, but Scott and I were feeling adventurous, so we decided to leave the main routes and wander around. Many people think you can't experience Venice without getting lost a little bit, and now I know why.
We saw some really cool canals and alleyways, things that most people don't get to see. We walked for six hours straight, and came close to missing the last train back home. As often as I go, I don't think I'll ever get tired of Venice; and I'm glad Scott got to see so much of it.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Shrinkage
This morning, I read some interesting news that Rolling Stone is abandoning its large format to become a standard sized publication. I've been a frequent reader since 1992, and a subscriber since 1997. (A few years ago, Rolling Stone began offering a lifetime subscription for $99. I figured it was a pretty good deal, so I signed up; and, according to the information on my address label, Rolling Stone says I'll die when I'm 81.) The magazine has had its ups and downs over the years, but I still find it a good source for music news and pop culture. I'm not fond of its extreme liberal bias, but where else am I going to read interviews with Missy Elliott and Isaac Brock? I hope the change in size won't alter their content, but even if it doesn't, it just won't be the same. The large 10"x12" issue always seemed to have more to say than other magazines. I have several older issues with great articles about Sleater-Kinney or Radiohead stashed away as keepsakes, plus a few select anniversary issues. I guess they'll be even more of a collector's item now.
Traipsing Across The Continent
Scott flies in tomorrow, and over the next fortnight, we'll be travelling all over northern Italy, Austria, Germany, and possibly even Switzerland. We don't have any kind of set schedule, and I'm not sure where we'll be on any given night; therefore posts will be intermittent for the next two weeks. But, as always, there will be plenty of pictures afterward.
Monday, October 13, 2008
He Shoots, He Scores!
Everyone meets at the calcietto field every Sunday afternoon. Sometimes I go, but I usually just cheer and provide moral support. I mean, let's face it--I'm no David Beckham. Hell, I'm not even a David Crosby.
We've been having somewhat of an Indian summer this week, and as excited as I am for snow and boarding, it's still nice to enjoy the warm weather in its final throes.
We've been having somewhat of an Indian summer this week, and as excited as I am for snow and boarding, it's still nice to enjoy the warm weather in its final throes.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Red Hot Chili Peppers
A few weeks ago, when the weather first started to get a little brisk, a few of us at work were talking about making chili. I had the bright idea to have a shop-wide chili cook-off. I ran it by my boss, who happily gave it his blessing. The big competition was Friday.
I was expecting three or four people to show up with chili. We had eight. So many, in fact, that there was no clear winner. I heard good things about MSgt Hammes's and Johnny's creations, but since mine was the only vegetarian entry, it was the only one I sampled. I'll have plenty of opportunities to sample more of it, because my refrigerator is full of the leftovers.
I was expecting three or four people to show up with chili. We had eight. So many, in fact, that there was no clear winner. I heard good things about MSgt Hammes's and Johnny's creations, but since mine was the only vegetarian entry, it was the only one I sampled. I'll have plenty of opportunities to sample more of it, because my refrigerator is full of the leftovers.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Target Heart Rates
My squadron got a new commander in July, and even though I've only crossed paths with him a handful of times, one thing is certain: he loves to run. He ran the full marathon last month, and came in second place. Since he's taken over, our squadron PT program has consisted mostly of running, which is fine by me because I love to run, as well. However, there are people in our squadron who aren't so fond of running, and would rather have a more diverse work out, which I can also understand. The commander has heard their pleas, and is trying to implement more of a variety in our PT program.
Yesterday morning, we had a circuit training session in the gym. There were four stations: resistance training, squats, abs, and step aerobics. We all looked a little ridiculous, and I could tell some people really weren't putting forth an effort, but I did my best. I didn't realise what a good workout it was until I got out of bed this morning with sore thighs and biceps. I'm glad the commander is trying some new stuff, because I wouldn't have the will power to do it on my own.
Yesterday morning, we had a circuit training session in the gym. There were four stations: resistance training, squats, abs, and step aerobics. We all looked a little ridiculous, and I could tell some people really weren't putting forth an effort, but I did my best. I didn't realise what a good workout it was until I got out of bed this morning with sore thighs and biceps. I'm glad the commander is trying some new stuff, because I wouldn't have the will power to do it on my own.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Feeling Free
I'm home from work, and I don't have to go back until November. Nothing feels quite as good as having absolutely no worries whatsoever.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Language Barrier
Tuesday, I was looking at rugs at the furniture store on base. Unfortunately, they can only carry so many rugs at the store, but there are several more at the warehouse. I asked the sales lady, who was Italian and had a moderate accent, what they had at the warehouse. After making a phone call, she told me they had several blue and green ones. I asked if they had any beige ones. She said, "There is a beige one, but it has a soda stain on it."
"Oh, that's okay. I might be able to clean it. Can I see it?"
"But it has a soda stain on it."
"I know, but can I at least look at it?"
"But it's soda."
"But I think I could clean it."
"No! SOLD SIGN!"
Yeah, sometimes I can be rather thick-skulled.
"Oh, that's okay. I might be able to clean it. Can I see it?"
"But it has a soda stain on it."
"I know, but can I at least look at it?"
"But it's soda."
"But I think I could clean it."
"No! SOLD SIGN!"
Yeah, sometimes I can be rather thick-skulled.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Just like the house in that game Clue, except without secret passageways. Or a conservatory.
I know I promised pictures of the interior of my house, like, seven months ago, but I've been trying to get everything situated just how I want it. The biggest issue was getting a rug for my living room. I've been looking around forever, and finally broke down and bought one yesterday. It's a good thing, too, because with the temperatures falling, the cold floor becomes even colder.
This is a shot of my living room as you'd see it coming in the front door. The doors look out toward the mountains.
This is from the opposite angle. The kitchen is in the back. You can also see my two original Averi Hall paintings, on which I've had several compliments.
Through the hallway in the back is the downstairs bathroom, and the door leading to the garage.
This is where the magic happens. Or, rather, if magic ever happened, it would take place here. The vaulted wood ceilings are pretty sick.
This is the opposite angle. The door leads out to my balcony, from which no one should ever sing "Don't Cry For Me Argentina" because the neighbours will get angry and throw cans of beets, which, with enough velocity, will leave a sizeable lump on the head. I'm just sayin'.
This is where any of you who visit will be sleeping; unless, of course, you're a couple and you're married, in which case, I'll sleep here and you can sleep in my bed. If that's the case, there will be NO MAGIC HAPPENING. Understand? Either way, I'm sure you'll sleep well because both beds are quite comfortable.
This is the upstairs bathoom, and yes, that is a bidet, and no, I haven't used it (yet). For some reason, they didn't put one in the downstairs bathroom.
This is the other angle, showing the bathtub, which I haven't used, either. Perhaps after a long day of snowboarding sometime this winter, I'll hop in.
There's also a third bedroom I didn't photograph because I basically use it as a big closet and figured nobody cares to see a room with shoes and clothes and snowboarding equipment all over the floor. I know you can never really tell exactly what a house looks like based on pictures, but this should give everyone an idea. You'll be able to see everything up close when you come visit me. You ARE coming to visit me, right?
This is a shot of my living room as you'd see it coming in the front door. The doors look out toward the mountains.
This is from the opposite angle. The kitchen is in the back. You can also see my two original Averi Hall paintings, on which I've had several compliments.
Through the hallway in the back is the downstairs bathroom, and the door leading to the garage.
This is where the magic happens. Or, rather, if magic ever happened, it would take place here. The vaulted wood ceilings are pretty sick.
This is the opposite angle. The door leads out to my balcony, from which no one should ever sing "Don't Cry For Me Argentina" because the neighbours will get angry and throw cans of beets, which, with enough velocity, will leave a sizeable lump on the head. I'm just sayin'.
This is where any of you who visit will be sleeping; unless, of course, you're a couple and you're married, in which case, I'll sleep here and you can sleep in my bed. If that's the case, there will be NO MAGIC HAPPENING. Understand? Either way, I'm sure you'll sleep well because both beds are quite comfortable.
This is the upstairs bathoom, and yes, that is a bidet, and no, I haven't used it (yet). For some reason, they didn't put one in the downstairs bathroom.
This is the other angle, showing the bathtub, which I haven't used, either. Perhaps after a long day of snowboarding sometime this winter, I'll hop in.
There's also a third bedroom I didn't photograph because I basically use it as a big closet and figured nobody cares to see a room with shoes and clothes and snowboarding equipment all over the floor. I know you can never really tell exactly what a house looks like based on pictures, but this should give everyone an idea. You'll be able to see everything up close when you come visit me. You ARE coming to visit me, right?
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Asleep From Day
Since I worked all weekend, I have yesterday and today off. Getting the normal weekend off is nice and all, but there's something extra-nice about having weekdays off. I go to the gym or run errands, and I see people running around doing work stuff, and it makes my time off a little nicer by comparison. I don't know why, but sleeping late is a little sweeter when you know everyone else was up at the crack of dawn.
Monday, October 06, 2008
The War Against 1-Click Shopping
When I first got to Japan in 2000, I figured my days of impulse buying were over. Little did I know, it would be even easier with internet shopping. Instead of actually paying for something, all I had to do was click "Add To Cart" and it was mine.
Now that I'm back overseas again, I've been pretty good about keeping the internet shopping under control. One thing that helps is the Amazon.com Wish List. Instead of adding something to my cart, I put it on my wish list. I let the list build up over several weeks, and then buy everything all at once. The difference is that before I purchase, I go through the list and make sure I still want everything. Often, something I couldn't live without turns into something I really don't need.
By the way, this also works with my iTunes shopping cart.
Now that I'm back overseas again, I've been pretty good about keeping the internet shopping under control. One thing that helps is the Amazon.com Wish List. Instead of adding something to my cart, I put it on my wish list. I let the list build up over several weeks, and then buy everything all at once. The difference is that before I purchase, I go through the list and make sure I still want everything. Often, something I couldn't live without turns into something I really don't need.
By the way, this also works with my iTunes shopping cart.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Hello Nasty
I slept in my shop last night. I didn't really have to, but I had a late stand-by call and knew I'd have to get up really early this morning to make sure the base had water. So, I wrapped up in my jacket and assumed the foetal position on the couch.
Needless to say, I haven't showered, shaved, changed my clothes, or brushed my teeth since about 7 AM yesterday. Normally, I wouldn't be able to get away with it, but today is Sunday and there's no one around. I've got my computer and my CDCs to keep me company. Only another five or six hours, and I can go home and take the longest shower of my life. And I think I might floss twice before bed tonight.
Needless to say, I haven't showered, shaved, changed my clothes, or brushed my teeth since about 7 AM yesterday. Normally, I wouldn't be able to get away with it, but today is Sunday and there's no one around. I've got my computer and my CDCs to keep me company. Only another five or six hours, and I can go home and take the longest shower of my life. And I think I might floss twice before bed tonight.
Hittin' The Books
Some big changes are going on in the Air Force. The one affecting me most is a merger of my career field with liquid fuels maintenance (LFM). I can understand why we're merging, as there are many similarities between our jobs. The major difference is that instead of moving water around, LFM moves fuel. For obvious reasons, there are more safety procedures involved, and a whole other set of tools (the non-sparking kind). Nobody is really thrilled about the whole situation, but we all understand the Air Force is trying to save money because there's probably a pilot somewhere whose personal masseuse wants a raise or something.
The worst part of the whole thing is having to do the Career Development Course (CDCs). Everyone has to do CDCs for upgrade training when they get to their first base. You have to study a bunch of books and take tests, and I thought I was done with mine long ago. Our first of four volumes is due next week, and I'm just getting started. But since I'm working all weekend, I'll have a lot of time at the shop to work on them.
The worst part of the whole thing is having to do the Career Development Course (CDCs). Everyone has to do CDCs for upgrade training when they get to their first base. You have to study a bunch of books and take tests, and I thought I was done with mine long ago. Our first of four volumes is due next week, and I'm just getting started. But since I'm working all weekend, I'll have a lot of time at the shop to work on them.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Tool Box
For my job, I use lots of tools. If I'm going into a situation, and I'm not sure what I'll need, I usually take channel locks, a couple screw drivers, and a crescent wrench. Those tools can take care of most minor maintenance.
Another tool that's proved vital for my entire career is the multi-tool (i.e. a Leatherman or Gerber). I carry mine in a pouch on my belt, and it's always readily available whenever I need to tighten or cut or pry something. When I was at Nellis, I got issued so many of these, I never had to buy one. Over the years, however, they've been lost or stolen or offered as a sacrifice to the plumbing gods if only this damn faucet would stop leaking. The last one I had was a Gerber 800, and I loved it. It was issued to me six years ago in Japan, and I can't believe it's lasted so long.
That is, until Tuesday.
MSgt Lewis and I were investigating a water leak, and I was using my Gerber to pry up a valve box cover, when...SNAP! The handle broke. I couldn't believe it.
Now I'm debating whether to buy a new one out-of-pocket or wait and see if I can finagle one out of the Air Force. Even if my squadron decides to purchase them, they'd have to buy them for the entire shop, and the paperwork could take months. I'm just not sure if I can live without it that long.
Another tool that's proved vital for my entire career is the multi-tool (i.e. a Leatherman or Gerber). I carry mine in a pouch on my belt, and it's always readily available whenever I need to tighten or cut or pry something. When I was at Nellis, I got issued so many of these, I never had to buy one. Over the years, however, they've been lost or stolen or offered as a sacrifice to the plumbing gods if only this damn faucet would stop leaking. The last one I had was a Gerber 800, and I loved it. It was issued to me six years ago in Japan, and I can't believe it's lasted so long.
That is, until Tuesday.
MSgt Lewis and I were investigating a water leak, and I was using my Gerber to pry up a valve box cover, when...SNAP! The handle broke. I couldn't believe it.
Now I'm debating whether to buy a new one out-of-pocket or wait and see if I can finagle one out of the Air Force. Even if my squadron decides to purchase them, they'd have to buy them for the entire shop, and the paperwork could take months. I'm just not sure if I can live without it that long.
Friday, October 03, 2008
One Voice
Before I cast my absentee ballot, I was hoping to watch last night's vice-presidential debate, as well as the next presidential debate; however, the instructions on my ballot recommended I send it six weeks before election day. I couldn't wait any longer, and I put it in the mail yesterday.
I've gone back and forth quite a bit over the past few months. I want a candidate that's pro-life (for both fetuses and inmates), cares about environmental issues, supports civil liberties including marriage equality, despises big government, and realises the United States isn't the only country on the planet. Well you know what? (S)He doesn't exist.
It's sad that every election always boils down to the lesser of two evils; but as long as everyone feels they have to vote for one of these parties, that's the way it will always be. I guess what I'm trying to say is don't settle. Vote with a clear conscience. And if that means voting for a third party candidate or writing in another one, then so be it.
And if you don't vote, come on over to my house. I'll bake some tasty brownies before you arrive. Then, when you walk in the door, I'll kick you in the junk really hard. And as you roll around on the floor, unable to breathe because your nuts have gone up through your stomach and into your throat, I'll eat every one of those tasty brownies. See? Guess you should've voted, douchebag.
I've gone back and forth quite a bit over the past few months. I want a candidate that's pro-life (for both fetuses and inmates), cares about environmental issues, supports civil liberties including marriage equality, despises big government, and realises the United States isn't the only country on the planet. Well you know what? (S)He doesn't exist.
It's sad that every election always boils down to the lesser of two evils; but as long as everyone feels they have to vote for one of these parties, that's the way it will always be. I guess what I'm trying to say is don't settle. Vote with a clear conscience. And if that means voting for a third party candidate or writing in another one, then so be it.
And if you don't vote, come on over to my house. I'll bake some tasty brownies before you arrive. Then, when you walk in the door, I'll kick you in the junk really hard. And as you roll around on the floor, unable to breathe because your nuts have gone up through your stomach and into your throat, I'll eat every one of those tasty brownies. See? Guess you should've voted, douchebag.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Some were born to sing the blues...
Yesterday afternoon, I was riding around in the work truck when my phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was Shaun. I'm very anti-talking-on-phone-while-driving, so I put my phone down and decided to call him back at a more opportune time. I turned the radio back up just as "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey began.
I called Shaun back at my next stop, and the first thing he said was, "How'd you get your phone to do that?"
"To do what?"
"To play a recording instead of the ring sound."
"Huh?"
"When I called you, I didn't hear the normal ringing sound. I heard a recording of you singing karaoke. It sounded like Journey."
I called Shaun back at my next stop, and the first thing he said was, "How'd you get your phone to do that?"
"To do what?"
"To play a recording instead of the ring sound."
"Huh?"
"When I called you, I didn't hear the normal ringing sound. I heard a recording of you singing karaoke. It sounded like Journey."
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Co-Worker
I took my cheesecake to work on Tuesday. By Wednesday, it was gone. Joann asked for the recipe, so we looked it up online. Unfortunately, right there next to the recipe was the nutrition information. 41 grams of fat per serving, and that was if you cut it into 16 pieces. I think we'll all be doing a little extra PT next week.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
I'll touch that dial when I damn well please!
Being on swing shift includes a lot of driving in a work truck with no CD player, so I take in quite a bit of Italian radio. I know the stations that play American and British music, and each is programmed into the pre-sets accordingly. The only problem is that there aren't any stations that play this music exclusively. (Not that I'm complaining. I understand I'm in Italy, after all.) This results in a lot of station changing. There's quite a bit of variety, even on the same station. It's almost as if they don't have a single format, and will play anything from Britney Spears to The Clash to Frank Sinatra, sometimes back-to-back. I can usually tell within a couple seconds if I hear something familiar, so I've gotten pretty good at flipping without even looking at the radio. Most often, as is my luck, I turn to a great song just as it's ending.
But last night, I flipped to a station as an old familiar song was just beginning...
In my defence, I don't particularly like this song; it just brought back memories from when Garah used to make me watch this movie over and over when we were 7. (Why were we friends?) Gotta love the outfits, and those special effects at the end are amazing! Ah, the 80s.
But last night, I flipped to a station as an old familiar song was just beginning...
In my defence, I don't particularly like this song; it just brought back memories from when Garah used to make me watch this movie over and over when we were 7. (Why were we friends?) Gotta love the outfits, and those special effects at the end are amazing! Ah, the 80s.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Spin Cycle
Washing clothes in Italy is a little different than in the States. I have a washer and dryer, but both are considerably smaller than any I've ever seen before. What I could normally fit in one load, I have to split up into at least two. The cycles are quite a bit longer, as well. A normal load takes 76 minutes in the washer. And I think whomever designed the machines tried to make it easy by using little pictures to indicate the setting, but they look like hieroglyphics to me. One button has a little sun next to it, and another has what looks like a television. Honestly, I don't know what either of those things has to do with getting my clothes clean. I just use the same setting for everything, and it's been working okay so far.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Comfy Cozy
Since it's cooled off somewhat over the past few weeks, the days have been pleasant and mild, but the nights have been a little chilly. Yesterday, I put my flannel sheets on my bed, and added an extra blanket. I'm trying to delay turning on my heat as much as possible.
I'm working swings this week, meaning I don't have to go in until 1 PM. It's nice to sleep in a little later, and even nicer with the flannel sheets. When my alarm goes off in the morning, my problem is not waking up--it's actually leaving the warmth of my bed and putting my feet on the cold, hard floor. I'll get away with staying in bed this week, but the real challenge will come next week when I have to go back to getting up at the crack of dawn.
I'm working swings this week, meaning I don't have to go in until 1 PM. It's nice to sleep in a little later, and even nicer with the flannel sheets. When my alarm goes off in the morning, my problem is not waking up--it's actually leaving the warmth of my bed and putting my feet on the cold, hard floor. I'll get away with staying in bed this week, but the real challenge will come next week when I have to go back to getting up at the crack of dawn.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I could totally kick Rachel Ray's ass!
I've been feeling very homemakery this weekend, and I've spent a lot of time at All Recipes. Yesterday, I made enough veggie wraps for lunch and dinner every day this week. And this afternoon, I'm attempting to make a cheesecake. It's a chocolate cheesecake with a layer of caramel in the centre. It's in the oven right now, and after cooling for an hour and chilling for five, it won't be totally ready until 9 PM tonight. I almost don't even want to cut into it, as it took quite an effort to assemble. I'll let you know how it turns out.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Three Sheets To The Wind
Joann and Corey went up to Munich this week for Oktoberfest. They only spent three days up there, but had tons of stories to tell. So last night, Johnny, Corey and I went to Joann and Jake's house to hang out and toss back a few.
"Tossing back a few" quickly turned into "all five of us getting smashed," which was aided by some strange alcohol Jake brought back from his recent trip to Romania. I was surprised Joann and Corey were drinking at all after the amount of beer they consumed in Germany.
We somehow made our way to the basement where Johnny and Jake played a few tunes for us. Even more miraculous, we actually made it up the stairs, too.
As the wee hours of the morning approached, Johnny, Corey, and I decided to walk to Johnny's house and crash. It wasn't too far of a walk, but Johnny and Corey kept wrestling in the middle of the street and inciting all the dogs to bark. None of us were feeling too wonderful this morning, but I'm sure we'll all be ready to do it again by next weekend. Thanks to Johnny for letting us crash on his couch. By the way, I love this picture of him. You can practically see the alcohol in his expression. Priceless.
"Tossing back a few" quickly turned into "all five of us getting smashed," which was aided by some strange alcohol Jake brought back from his recent trip to Romania. I was surprised Joann and Corey were drinking at all after the amount of beer they consumed in Germany.
We somehow made our way to the basement where Johnny and Jake played a few tunes for us. Even more miraculous, we actually made it up the stairs, too.
As the wee hours of the morning approached, Johnny, Corey, and I decided to walk to Johnny's house and crash. It wasn't too far of a walk, but Johnny and Corey kept wrestling in the middle of the street and inciting all the dogs to bark. None of us were feeling too wonderful this morning, but I'm sure we'll all be ready to do it again by next weekend. Thanks to Johnny for letting us crash on his couch. By the way, I love this picture of him. You can practically see the alcohol in his expression. Priceless.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Up In The Air
I'm one of the few people that is still completely undecided about my choice of Presidential Candidate. This evenings debates will be interesting, for sure. I won't be able to catch it live, so I'm hoping to avoid any spin when searching for the transcript online tomorrow.
Earlier this week, I read a very interesting interview with Ralph Nader. He mentioned how even in NCAA basketball, the 60th seed gets a chance to go to the Final Four, but in Presidential Debates, only two get the chance to participate. It's an interesting perspective, and it makes me want to vote for third party candidates more often.
Earlier this week, I read a very interesting interview with Ralph Nader. He mentioned how even in NCAA basketball, the 60th seed gets a chance to go to the Final Four, but in Presidential Debates, only two get the chance to participate. It's an interesting perspective, and it makes me want to vote for third party candidates more often.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Much Ado About Two Things
I've been working the early shift this week, so it's still dark outside when I get to work. This morning, I was driving around base, and as the sun came up, I noticed the first trace of snow on top of the mountain. I let out a squeal like a little girl and almost ran off the road.
But the excitement didn't end there.
After work and the gym, I went to check my mailbox. There was only one thing inside--my absentee ballot. I let out another squeal, and caught a few strange looks. It's probably a little sad how excited I get about voting, but I don't care. I just wish everyone did.
But the excitement didn't end there.
After work and the gym, I went to check my mailbox. There was only one thing inside--my absentee ballot. I let out another squeal, and caught a few strange looks. It's probably a little sad how excited I get about voting, but I don't care. I just wish everyone did.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Unfortunately, nothing I sampled caused hallucinations.
You know how every small town has its own festival every year? Morganfield, the town where I grew up, had its annual Corn Festival this past weekend. I guess it's the closest thing to Redneck Festival they could come up with and still get people to come.
Coincidentally, Budoia, the equally small town where I currently live, had its 41st Festa dei Funghi (Mushroom Festival) this weekend.
The festival went on all weekend long, but yesterday was the biggest day. I walked downtown around 5:30, and it was packed. It was a typical small town festival, with games and booths full of food, crafts, wine, and, of course, mushrooms. I've never been a huge fan of mushrooms, but because the whole festival is held to celebrate them, I decided to purchase a small bag. I don't know how they were prepared, but they sure were good.
They even had a little band. I didn't recognise any of the tunes, but the Italians were all singing along and clapping.
Booths lined all of the narrow streets selling crafts, soap, honey, nativity scenes, jewellery, and lots of sacred art. One street had mostly cheese vendors, and the smell was so strong, I almost had to turn around. But I guess that's what good cheese is supposed to smell like.
Then, last night, there was a singer named Loretta Giorgi performing in the pavilion. I'd never heard of her, but the locals sure loved her. Everyone was eating and singing and dancing. I managed to strike up a few small conversations, but didn't get too far. Still, it's stuff like this that makes me feel even more at home here.
Coincidentally, Budoia, the equally small town where I currently live, had its 41st Festa dei Funghi (Mushroom Festival) this weekend.
The festival went on all weekend long, but yesterday was the biggest day. I walked downtown around 5:30, and it was packed. It was a typical small town festival, with games and booths full of food, crafts, wine, and, of course, mushrooms. I've never been a huge fan of mushrooms, but because the whole festival is held to celebrate them, I decided to purchase a small bag. I don't know how they were prepared, but they sure were good.
They even had a little band. I didn't recognise any of the tunes, but the Italians were all singing along and clapping.
Booths lined all of the narrow streets selling crafts, soap, honey, nativity scenes, jewellery, and lots of sacred art. One street had mostly cheese vendors, and the smell was so strong, I almost had to turn around. But I guess that's what good cheese is supposed to smell like.
Then, last night, there was a singer named Loretta Giorgi performing in the pavilion. I'd never heard of her, but the locals sure loved her. Everyone was eating and singing and dancing. I managed to strike up a few small conversations, but didn't get too far. Still, it's stuff like this that makes me feel even more at home here.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Luckily, nobody lost control of their bowels.
This morning was the 2nd Annual Aviano Marathon. No, I didn't run the full marathon, but there were options to run a half-marathon, 10K, or 5K. Thursday afternoon, Joann, Corey, Johnny, and I decided to sign up for the 10K. I mean, who wouldn't want to pay $18 to run around the base? Joann and I finished in 56:44--pretty decent, I think. My goal is to run the half-marathon next year, if I'm not deployed.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Right To Bare Arms - Mad Props #9
Saturday afternoon, a storm blew across northern Italy, and since then, the temperatures have dropped quite a bit. I've closed up my windows and even put an extra blanket on my bed. Instead of wearing shorts and t-shirts, I'm wearing jeans and sweaters. I figured the autumn weather would be coming, but I didn't think it would be so abrupt.
I've also pulled my long-sleeved t-shirts out of my drawer. LSTSs are among my favourite articles of clothing because they're so versatile. When there's a chill in the air, LSTSs give you a little extra warmth; and if things heat up later in the day, they're not so heavy as to make you die of heat exhaustion. So, Mad Props to long-sleeved t-shirts, for keeping me at just the right temperature.
I've also pulled my long-sleeved t-shirts out of my drawer. LSTSs are among my favourite articles of clothing because they're so versatile. When there's a chill in the air, LSTSs give you a little extra warmth; and if things heat up later in the day, they're not so heavy as to make you die of heat exhaustion. So, Mad Props to long-sleeved t-shirts, for keeping me at just the right temperature.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
For Levi, For Everyone
For those of you with some extra money lying around, go here. I promise you'll be doing some good.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Puttin' My Foot Down
I hate being the disciplinarian. I'm often desperate to be friends with my subordinates, and I'm prone to let them walk all over me. Today, though, I successfully carried out a punishment I consider fair and just. It was almost a rush, which I guess I should guard myself against, as well. I don't want to go on a power trip or anything.
By the way, this is totally unrelated, but I wanted to post it anyway:
I rarely get to see episodes live, but I sometimes watch skits online. It's good to know that SNL is still relevant after 34 years.
By the way, this is totally unrelated, but I wanted to post it anyway:
I rarely get to see episodes live, but I sometimes watch skits online. It's good to know that SNL is still relevant after 34 years.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Crash Pad
I guess I've had my couch for about five or six years now. It used to be at the Hospitality House in Japan, and when Jean-Marie decided to buy new sofas, they gave away all the old ones. There was a certain one I was chronically susceptible to napping on, so Don let me have dibs on it.
Since then, several people have slept on it. In fact, sometimes I even prefer it over my bed. There's nothing like curling up on it beneath a thick blanket and watching a movie when it's cold outside.
In a related move, I've decided to sign up for CouchSurfing. My house isn't in exactly the most touristy part of Italy, but I'm happy to help out anyone who might be passing through who needs a roof over his or her head. Plus, I'm getting familiar enough with the area so I can show people around, too. And I have a guest room, meaning I can accommodate even more.
I've already had a few friends come through, and more coming in the next couple months. Now I can open up my house to strangers who want to see the world, as well as help me find a place to stay wherever I might travel. If only I would have known about this before I went to Germany last week.
Since then, several people have slept on it. In fact, sometimes I even prefer it over my bed. There's nothing like curling up on it beneath a thick blanket and watching a movie when it's cold outside.
In a related move, I've decided to sign up for CouchSurfing. My house isn't in exactly the most touristy part of Italy, but I'm happy to help out anyone who might be passing through who needs a roof over his or her head. Plus, I'm getting familiar enough with the area so I can show people around, too. And I have a guest room, meaning I can accommodate even more.
I've already had a few friends come through, and more coming in the next couple months. Now I can open up my house to strangers who want to see the world, as well as help me find a place to stay wherever I might travel. If only I would have known about this before I went to Germany last week.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
It Tolls For Me
Budoia is a pretty quiet little community. It's far enough from the base where I don't have to hear F-16s flying all the time, so about the only thing I hear is the occasional dog barking and church bells. The bells, however, are pretty consistent. I assume this would be a problem in any town in Italy, as every town has a church in the middle. But really, I wouldn't even call it a problem, because it doesn't bother me at all. It's just something I notice. They ring on the hour, every hour, just to let everyone know what time it is. Plus, they chime a few other times during the day, but I don't know why. For instance, at 5:30 PM, they go absolutely crazy. My guess is that it's to signal the end of the work day or something. Sometimes they seem to go on forever, but still, I don't care. In a way, it's kind of comforting, like the presence of God.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Crossing Paths
Wednesday night, I got to see my good friend Ben. While we were stationed in Misawa together, we were damn near inseparable. Though we've kept in casual contact, I haven't seen him in over four years. He's currently stationed in Ramstein, about an hour away from my hotel in Frankfurt. He and Jacob drove down and we went to dinner. The conversation didn't stop and it was almost like no time had passed at all. Luckily, he's planning a trip to Italy in November, so it looks like we'll have more time to hang out in a couple months. I can't wait.
A Special Confection
It's no secret I've been a lifelong fan of Madonna. I'm not proud of it, but not ashamed, either. Part of the reason I bought a VIP ticket to Tuesday night's stop on the Sticky & Sweet Tour in Frankfurt was the hope I might actually get to see her up close. And, oh, how I hoped. I hoped so hard I nearly busted blood vessels is my eyes.
Things didn't exactly work out that way, but I'm okay with that. What I'm here to talk about is the show--the two-hour spectacle orchestrated by Madonna herself, who has no signs of slowing down, even though she just turned 50.
But first, the opener. Madonna hasn't had an opening act in any of her stateside shows since 1993, and only occasionally has openers on overseas dates. Luckily, Frankfurt got the added bonus of Swedish pop star Robyn. You might remember her from her late-90s hit "Show Me Love." She continued to record in Sweden, but has gained new popularity in the States with her recently released self-titled album. It's full of dirty pop hooks and slicked-out beats. I don't know what it is about the Swedes, but they sure know how to write a catchy tune. Her performance was minimal, but energetic. She took the stage with her two drummers and a synth player, and didn't stop dancing the whole time. She looked so tiny and cute, and her vocals were spot on. She even threw in a brief cover of Nenah Cherry's "Buffalo Stance." Yeah, it was pretty sweet.
After Robyn's 45-minute set, there was a brief set change. The seats that had been empty quickly filled, and there wasn't an inch of free space on the floor. While I was walking through the train station earlier in the evening, I overheard several people talking about how Madonna was in town. A big deal? You bet.
When the lights went down, everyone went wild. After a lengthy video screen intro, Madonna emerged at the top of the stage on a giant pink throne, dressed in a black 1920s art-deco costume, and singing "Candy Shop." It was good to see her on stage again, as she's a natural performer with a mesmerising stage presence. She went all out (again) with video screens moving all over, elevating platforms, and more lights than Las Vegas; and still, it's hard to take your eyes off her.
As this tour is in support of "Hard Candy," nine of the twenty songs performed were from that album; and they were mostly very well-done. She's been doing this for a while now, and knows how to play down her weaknesses and accentuate her strengths. Since this album was more of a collaborative effort than previous ones, there were a lot of video screen appearances from the likes of Pharrell Williams, Kanye West, and, of course, Justin Timberlake. Plus, there was the much-discussed video of Britney Spears during "Human Nature," which was almost an anti-event. My favourite part of the night was the second act, when Madonna retraced her 80s New York days and featured artwork by Keith Haring. And I don't care how many times I hear it, I'll never get sick of "Into The Groove."
But the show wasn't without its flaws. I prefer Madonna when her persona is a little darker, so I tend to roll my eyes a bit when things get a little cheesy, such as when she battled her doppelgangers during "She's Not Me." The wig she wore in the fourth act had horrible bangs and made her look like a drag queen. "Ray of Light" was almost an exact repeat from the last tour. And I can understand her desire to play guitar on a few songs in order to prove herself, but does she really have to put the extra-long distorted rock-show ending on all of them? Plus, she had 16 dancers--twice as many as she normally brings. But I guess debating excessiveness at a Madonna show is rather futile.
Despite all that, there were also moments of pure brilliance. She was at her best when she took old songs and put a new spin on them, like an electrified "Like A Prayer," the celebratory "La Isla Bonita," and the punk rock version of "Borderline," a song she hasn't performed since 1984. Equally inventive were the mash-ups, such as infusing "4 Minutes" with "Vogue" and "Rain" with the Eurythmics' "Here Comes The Rain Again." At the end of the third act, she came centre stage with her acoustic guitar and sang "You Must Love Me." Now, Madonna has never been the most gifted singer in the world, but this bare version really highlighted her skills. It makes me wonder what would happen if she decided to forego the big, high-production show and play a few stripped-down sets in small clubs. It might not be what people expect, but I bet she'd gain some street cred.
Maybe it was because this wasn't my first time to see her, or maybe it was because I didn't like the "Hard Candy" album as much; but I just couldn't get as excited about seeing her this time like I was two years ago. But all that excitement came rushing back when I saw her up on the stage. True, the evening didn't go as well as planned, but seeing Madonna live is an event that should never be missed.
Things didn't exactly work out that way, but I'm okay with that. What I'm here to talk about is the show--the two-hour spectacle orchestrated by Madonna herself, who has no signs of slowing down, even though she just turned 50.
But first, the opener. Madonna hasn't had an opening act in any of her stateside shows since 1993, and only occasionally has openers on overseas dates. Luckily, Frankfurt got the added bonus of Swedish pop star Robyn. You might remember her from her late-90s hit "Show Me Love." She continued to record in Sweden, but has gained new popularity in the States with her recently released self-titled album. It's full of dirty pop hooks and slicked-out beats. I don't know what it is about the Swedes, but they sure know how to write a catchy tune. Her performance was minimal, but energetic. She took the stage with her two drummers and a synth player, and didn't stop dancing the whole time. She looked so tiny and cute, and her vocals were spot on. She even threw in a brief cover of Nenah Cherry's "Buffalo Stance." Yeah, it was pretty sweet.
After Robyn's 45-minute set, there was a brief set change. The seats that had been empty quickly filled, and there wasn't an inch of free space on the floor. While I was walking through the train station earlier in the evening, I overheard several people talking about how Madonna was in town. A big deal? You bet.
When the lights went down, everyone went wild. After a lengthy video screen intro, Madonna emerged at the top of the stage on a giant pink throne, dressed in a black 1920s art-deco costume, and singing "Candy Shop." It was good to see her on stage again, as she's a natural performer with a mesmerising stage presence. She went all out (again) with video screens moving all over, elevating platforms, and more lights than Las Vegas; and still, it's hard to take your eyes off her.
As this tour is in support of "Hard Candy," nine of the twenty songs performed were from that album; and they were mostly very well-done. She's been doing this for a while now, and knows how to play down her weaknesses and accentuate her strengths. Since this album was more of a collaborative effort than previous ones, there were a lot of video screen appearances from the likes of Pharrell Williams, Kanye West, and, of course, Justin Timberlake. Plus, there was the much-discussed video of Britney Spears during "Human Nature," which was almost an anti-event. My favourite part of the night was the second act, when Madonna retraced her 80s New York days and featured artwork by Keith Haring. And I don't care how many times I hear it, I'll never get sick of "Into The Groove."
But the show wasn't without its flaws. I prefer Madonna when her persona is a little darker, so I tend to roll my eyes a bit when things get a little cheesy, such as when she battled her doppelgangers during "She's Not Me." The wig she wore in the fourth act had horrible bangs and made her look like a drag queen. "Ray of Light" was almost an exact repeat from the last tour. And I can understand her desire to play guitar on a few songs in order to prove herself, but does she really have to put the extra-long distorted rock-show ending on all of them? Plus, she had 16 dancers--twice as many as she normally brings. But I guess debating excessiveness at a Madonna show is rather futile.
Despite all that, there were also moments of pure brilliance. She was at her best when she took old songs and put a new spin on them, like an electrified "Like A Prayer," the celebratory "La Isla Bonita," and the punk rock version of "Borderline," a song she hasn't performed since 1984. Equally inventive were the mash-ups, such as infusing "4 Minutes" with "Vogue" and "Rain" with the Eurythmics' "Here Comes The Rain Again." At the end of the third act, she came centre stage with her acoustic guitar and sang "You Must Love Me." Now, Madonna has never been the most gifted singer in the world, but this bare version really highlighted her skills. It makes me wonder what would happen if she decided to forego the big, high-production show and play a few stripped-down sets in small clubs. It might not be what people expect, but I bet she'd gain some street cred.
Maybe it was because this wasn't my first time to see her, or maybe it was because I didn't like the "Hard Candy" album as much; but I just couldn't get as excited about seeing her this time like I was two years ago. But all that excitement came rushing back when I saw her up on the stage. True, the evening didn't go as well as planned, but seeing Madonna live is an event that should never be missed.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Poor Planning On My Part
The big show was last night, and, as promised, a full review will be posted after I've had time to process it all. However, there are a few things about last night not directly related to the show itself on which I'd like to comment.
The show was scheduled to start at 8 PM, and my VIP ticket included a two-hour pre-show party. I left my hotel at 5 PM, but grossly underestimated the amount of time it would take to get to the venue. I took the hotel shuttle to the airport to hop a train to the venue. It was only a three-minute ride, but it still cost 7 Euro. I had to pick up my ticket package at the box office, which was on the opposite side of the stadium. Finally, after all the walking and getting directions and more walking, I made it into the stadium at 7:30. So, no pre-show party. No food. No free drinks. No mingling with people I couldn't understand anyway. Big deal.
When I picked up my ticket, I was delighted to see I was sitting in the front row. I was looking forward to dancers gyrating above me and drops of sweat falling on my head. But when I walked inside, the VIP section was a reserved seating area to the side--not down front, which was all standing general admission. It was still a great seat, and I could see everything fine. But if I would have known there was a GA floor section, I would have gone for it.
Also included in my ticket package was access to a post-show party. However, in order to catch the last train, I had to leave immediately after the show ended, lest I risk paying 80 Euro for a taxi. So, no post-show party.
Needless to say, the VIP package was a waste of a few hundred dollars. It's something I'd consider again only if I were familiar with the area and not going by myself. Lesson learned.
Oh, and one other thing--it seems Germans, when given the choice, would rather sit through a concert instead of standing up and dancing. As soon as the lights went down, I stood up, but soon felt a tap on my shoulder. The girl behind me yelled at me to sit down, or at least I think that's what she said. It was gibberish to me, but she looked angry and kept moving her hand in a downward motion. So for the rest of the evening, I sat on the edge of my seat and subtly grooved to the beat. It was a little constricting, but didn't stop me from enjoying the show entirely.
The show was scheduled to start at 8 PM, and my VIP ticket included a two-hour pre-show party. I left my hotel at 5 PM, but grossly underestimated the amount of time it would take to get to the venue. I took the hotel shuttle to the airport to hop a train to the venue. It was only a three-minute ride, but it still cost 7 Euro. I had to pick up my ticket package at the box office, which was on the opposite side of the stadium. Finally, after all the walking and getting directions and more walking, I made it into the stadium at 7:30. So, no pre-show party. No food. No free drinks. No mingling with people I couldn't understand anyway. Big deal.
When I picked up my ticket, I was delighted to see I was sitting in the front row. I was looking forward to dancers gyrating above me and drops of sweat falling on my head. But when I walked inside, the VIP section was a reserved seating area to the side--not down front, which was all standing general admission. It was still a great seat, and I could see everything fine. But if I would have known there was a GA floor section, I would have gone for it.
Also included in my ticket package was access to a post-show party. However, in order to catch the last train, I had to leave immediately after the show ended, lest I risk paying 80 Euro for a taxi. So, no post-show party.
Needless to say, the VIP package was a waste of a few hundred dollars. It's something I'd consider again only if I were familiar with the area and not going by myself. Lesson learned.
Oh, and one other thing--it seems Germans, when given the choice, would rather sit through a concert instead of standing up and dancing. As soon as the lights went down, I stood up, but soon felt a tap on my shoulder. The girl behind me yelled at me to sit down, or at least I think that's what she said. It was gibberish to me, but she looked angry and kept moving her hand in a downward motion. So for the rest of the evening, I sat on the edge of my seat and subtly grooved to the beat. It was a little constricting, but didn't stop me from enjoying the show entirely.
Monday, September 08, 2008
The Excitement Is Building
This afternoon, I'm flying up to Frankfurt for what will hopefully be a repeat of one of the most exciting nights of my entire life. I splurged for a VIP ticket for tomorrow night's show, which includes pre- and post-concert parties. I'm going by myself and I don't speak a lick of German, so it could turn out to be a huge exercise in awkwardness. A full report will be posted when I return on Thursday.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Round Trip
Johnny, the guy who flew over to Texas with me, took some leave en route after his class ended, and flew back into Venice this morning. He asked if either Corey or I could pick him up from the airport. Corey was already dropping off Jeremiah this morning, so he said he'd pick up Johnny (even though Jeremiah's flight left five hours before Johnny's came in).
Last night, several of us went to dinner and a movie. After that, I decided to hit up the bar just to see if anyone was out. When I walked in the door, the first person I saw was Corey, and he was obviously very inebriated.
"C.W.!" he says. (That's what he calls me, for some reason.) "I think you might have to make the airport trip. I'm not gonna be sober in time. Don't worry, though--I'll come along, too."
I should probably mention that, by this time, it was nearly 1 AM, and Corey told Jeremiah he'd pick him up at 4 AM. So I told Corey I'd be at his house (which is right down the street from the bar) at 3:45. Then I headed home to try and get a little sleep.
I woke up at 3 AM, showered, had some coffee, and drove to Corey's place. Just as I was coming up on his house, I saw him walking along the road. Apparently, he had just left the bar. So he hops in my truck, we pick up Jeremiah, and head to the airport.
After we dropped off Jeremiah, we found a free parking area, laid back our seats, and took a nice four-hour nap. As soon as I shut off the car, Corey was out. It took me a little longer because Corey reeked of beer and cigarettes, and he kept putting his arm on me. At 9 AM, we headed back to the airport, and downed a couple cappuccinos. Luckily, Johnny's flight came in on time, and we drove back to Aviano.
I'm not sure what's going on tonight, but before I do anything, I need a nap.
Last night, several of us went to dinner and a movie. After that, I decided to hit up the bar just to see if anyone was out. When I walked in the door, the first person I saw was Corey, and he was obviously very inebriated.
"C.W.!" he says. (That's what he calls me, for some reason.) "I think you might have to make the airport trip. I'm not gonna be sober in time. Don't worry, though--I'll come along, too."
I should probably mention that, by this time, it was nearly 1 AM, and Corey told Jeremiah he'd pick him up at 4 AM. So I told Corey I'd be at his house (which is right down the street from the bar) at 3:45. Then I headed home to try and get a little sleep.
I woke up at 3 AM, showered, had some coffee, and drove to Corey's place. Just as I was coming up on his house, I saw him walking along the road. Apparently, he had just left the bar. So he hops in my truck, we pick up Jeremiah, and head to the airport.
After we dropped off Jeremiah, we found a free parking area, laid back our seats, and took a nice four-hour nap. As soon as I shut off the car, Corey was out. It took me a little longer because Corey reeked of beer and cigarettes, and he kept putting his arm on me. At 9 AM, we headed back to the airport, and downed a couple cappuccinos. Luckily, Johnny's flight came in on time, and we drove back to Aviano.
I'm not sure what's going on tonight, but before I do anything, I need a nap.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Bachelor Number Two
A lot of my single friends have concerns about finding a wife (or husband). They wonder why I'm in my mid-30s and still single, and why finding a significant other isn't a big priority for me. Well, I don't really know why. It's just not. I'm sure when the right person comes along, I'll know it. I'm not going to stress over something that's totally out of my control.
Besides, I'm not really even sure I'm meant to ever get married. I've been single so long, I probably don't even know how to be in a relationship. I doubt I'd be any good at making compromises. I'm insanely selfish; I have commitment issues; and I have difficulty with intimacy. It's hard to know me, and just as hard to put up with me. The last serious relationship I had ended over ten years ago, and I seem to be doing pretty well so far.
I just try to concentrate on all the positives, like independence, spending time with friends, focusing on personal goals, etc. In fact, the only drawback I can see is that it would sometimes be nice to have someone with whom to play Scrabble.
Besides, I'm not really even sure I'm meant to ever get married. I've been single so long, I probably don't even know how to be in a relationship. I doubt I'd be any good at making compromises. I'm insanely selfish; I have commitment issues; and I have difficulty with intimacy. It's hard to know me, and just as hard to put up with me. The last serious relationship I had ended over ten years ago, and I seem to be doing pretty well so far.
I just try to concentrate on all the positives, like independence, spending time with friends, focusing on personal goals, etc. In fact, the only drawback I can see is that it would sometimes be nice to have someone with whom to play Scrabble.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Hunting The Leone d'Oro
Yesterday afternoon, Shaun and I headed to Venice. I'd been doing some research online, and I was hoping we could get into a screening at the Venice Film Festival, which is going on until Saturday. It's the oldest film festival in the world, and is being attended this year by some really famous people like Brad Pitt and Anne Hathaway.
The directions I found online weren't very specific, so after walking around for a while, we asked directions and found out we had to take the water taxi to Lido, a whole other island. Neither of us had taken the water taxi before, but it was pretty cool.
This was taken on the water taxi. I was just going to take a candid shot of Shaun, but by chance, caught the couple in the background kissing. I thought it was really sweet, and just affirms what a romantic city Venice is.
After more walking, we finally found the main venue. There were tons of people and photographers gathered, so we figured there must be something big going on. It was the debut of an Italian film called Birdwatchers - La terra degli uomini rossi (The land of the red men). We saw the entire cast come up the red carpet. All the Italians were going crazy, but Shaun and I didn't really know who these people were.
A couple minutes later, everyone started really freaking out, but we couldn't see too much. All the photographers were screaming "Natalie!" Then we saw her...
That's right. It was Natalie Portman, there for the screening of her short film Eve. She was making her way down the line, signing autographs. Unfortunately, she got about five feet from us before turning to walk inside. She was absolutely gorgeous, and we were happy to get to see someone famous so close.
After that, the crowd broke up, so Shaun and I decided to head back. This time, we took the water taxi all the way to the train station. Venice in the evening is truly breathtaking. I think I might start taking more random trips there.
The directions I found online weren't very specific, so after walking around for a while, we asked directions and found out we had to take the water taxi to Lido, a whole other island. Neither of us had taken the water taxi before, but it was pretty cool.
This was taken on the water taxi. I was just going to take a candid shot of Shaun, but by chance, caught the couple in the background kissing. I thought it was really sweet, and just affirms what a romantic city Venice is.
After more walking, we finally found the main venue. There were tons of people and photographers gathered, so we figured there must be something big going on. It was the debut of an Italian film called Birdwatchers - La terra degli uomini rossi (The land of the red men). We saw the entire cast come up the red carpet. All the Italians were going crazy, but Shaun and I didn't really know who these people were.
A couple minutes later, everyone started really freaking out, but we couldn't see too much. All the photographers were screaming "Natalie!" Then we saw her...
That's right. It was Natalie Portman, there for the screening of her short film Eve. She was making her way down the line, signing autographs. Unfortunately, she got about five feet from us before turning to walk inside. She was absolutely gorgeous, and we were happy to get to see someone famous so close.
After that, the crowd broke up, so Shaun and I decided to head back. This time, we took the water taxi all the way to the train station. Venice in the evening is truly breathtaking. I think I might start taking more random trips there.
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