You know. After all that work generating new images and a new layout color scheme, this blog looks like a pirate blog. The side link header backgrounds look like planks. Arrr. Walk the plank! Ha. This was not my intention and to hell if I’m going to mutiny on this pirate expat blog. I’ve learned a few tricks on this move and that’s what counts. But all in all, this site looks good to me. There is still a lot a work ahead but at least (as far as I know) all the links (that I have control over) work.
Last night Alex came home and changed his mind about having an |Al Bundy| night. A bit of surprise because I planned to have a little ladies night with Eva and Mandy at TTs German Stammtisch. In a way, I was relieved because sometimes these Stammtische are a little below my German ability and I end up playing teacher or it’s the same foreign speaker checklist: what’s your name?, where are you from?, how long have you lived here?, and what do you do?. It rarely gets beyond these questions before they all give up and switch to English.
Before we joined the German strugglers, we stopped by Eva’s for a drink and snob German. So reason I took some whiskey, since I was curious and Eva is my resident expert on good whiskey, having lived in Scotland for a spell. We talked about Erich Kästler and the popularity of “Das Doppelte Lottchen”. It finally came out that I know the story from the Disney film the “Parent trap”. As a kid, I loved the 1961 film with Hayley Mills. But then it showed my American side – how we are familiar with most things from TV or movies. But the whole conversation reminded me that I want to read Emil und die Detektive in German.
So the German Stammtisch was pleasantly better than expected, it must have been my whiskey breath that clouded my judgement. Mandy showed up with Muffin despite the rainy weather. Most people on our end of the table were seasoned expats and although the standard questions were asked it didn’t bother me. I ordered the chicken wings but they were the skinny frozen kind. So disappointing. Don’t order checking wings at Rick’s Cafe at Rotkreuzplatz. One guy said that they were saving the normal size chicken wings for the Oktoberfest. Some how I believe him. There is a buzz for a hefty Maß of beer like something fierce, at least among the expats.
We left at 10 pm, an early night, but Alex had to head to Regensburg in the morning and there was no point to staying any longer anyway. Besides, at 9:30 the strugglers gave up and started up the loud mouth English and my stomach was punching me for the whiskey.
Wow! Great ‘Jack Sparrow’ design.