Monthly Archives: June 2008

Sooo, on my way from the BF’s to my place (down one street about 3 blocks) I walk down in my gray t-shirt dress (which Kamber doesn’t have much appreciation for), black solid tights, hair tied up in a knot all messy, big hoop earrings, black biker boots (which Kamber doesn’t have much appreciation for) and big white back lugging the xxl red trolley behind me. I cross the street in front of the flat and next to me is a 40-ish couple and their 4-ish year old daughter. The wife is a slim, stylish, dyed-blonde and husband looks jovial English with a friendly laugh. As I overtake them the husand calls out to me:

husband: excuse me…(waves at me)

me: yes please?

husband: you look lovely!

me: (*look confused and wonder what the deal is with him saying this to me with his wife next to him*)

husband: yes, my wife’s been looking at you and saying it all the time but she doesn’t dare herself to say it to you…

wife: yes, you look fantastic, I love your style – the dress, the boots, and you’re so beautiful as well…

me: uhmmm…oh…thank you…thats so lovely of you…

(wife & me have detailed conversation about boots – especially dark brown heeled Belstaff boots while husband stands next to her shrugging his shoulder and grinning and child turns pirouette circles)

wife: oh absolutely, and you’re so gorgeous as well (imagine heavy northern accent rolling the ‘gorrr-geuuus’)…no really, when my little girl grows up I want her to be just like you…(how bloody shocking is that?!?!)

me: oh dear, you’re flattering me…thats so lovely…uhmmm..thank you…your daugher is lovely…uhmmm…you’ve just absolutely made my day…I don’t know what to say really…

wife: oh I mean it really, I do…

Anyway – Isn’t that unbelievable…finally my style is beginning to receive due recognition! Ok yes it was a mum with child and not a Vogue scout that spotted me but I can feel it coming *grin* hihihi!

Moral of the story: careful what you wish for mothers!

And trust me, I’m finding this harder to believe than anyone else, I am seriously NOT making this shit up (so much for the loving boyfriend who laughed and said I’m making this up…)!

So I spent the weekend in good ol’ Munich! It was all very rushed and hectic with me arriving late on Friday night, packing boxes on Saturday morning, schlepping these to the post office at 12:00 (post office shuts at 12:30), meeting friends at Nido at 12:30 (I was there at 12:35), meeting Becksi & family at 15:30 (became 15:30 because I was waiting at the wrong café and wondering where they were), making it back to King K’s place at 17:15 (he said we had to leave at 17:30), got dressed in time (including 2 different trial outfits – black/white – went for black one), rush to Ostbahnhof – meet lovely Betti, meet others, get to Tram, drink on Tram for next 4 hours, harassed Obux at his place (more like tried to harass – we only succeeded in harassing his poor GF as he himself was in the shower), got cab to Ed Mo’s, met Sammy & others, sat on terrace but wasn’t down with the vibe and left after an hour and a half, got back to King K’s at 00:45…packed a little, went to sleep on my dear couch and woke up Sunday at 08:30 to fly back to L-town.

My flight (Easyjet doesn’t appear to have anything ‘easy’ about it anymore) back was delayed forever (well over 2 hours) for “maintenance reasons” (probably something like a clogged toilet or something). Feeling dead tired and hungover and wishing for nothing more than to sleep again I sat in the boarding gate area with my second latte machiato (first one I elegantly smashed on the floor before having had a single sip – ask me how to waste €3,80 in 5 seconds – I’m a pro now). At the table next to me was a Russian football team that decided to entertain themselves by repeatedly telling me to “come to Moscow”, helping me find out when my flight does actually would leave by harassing every other potential Easyjet-passenger in our remote vicinity on my behalf and at the end blowing me kisses as I left the table to go to my gate. I made it back safe and sound and am beginning to ask myself if Russian men are as horrible as I thought they were or maybe not that bad after all.

It was extremely tiring, I ask myself how I did this every other weekend when I came to see the BF all the time (as he himself said last night “it must have been love”). It was absolutely love to see everyone again and I love them all to bits sooo much! Because of Christiana, Helge, David, Helen, Steffi, Kamber, Betti, Fred, Becksi, Mom & Dad (and so many others) Munich has become a bit of home to me, as long as they are all in Munich and I associate Munich with them, it will remain deep deep deep within my heart.