Boy do I love summer in Europe. I work about 8 hours a week, hang out at topless swimming pools, paddle on the Vltava, and have an endless stream of visitors. Since last time we spoke, Zach visited and we proceeded to have an ass-kicking good time in Cinque Terre (shown on your right), Austria, Slovenia, Germany, and of course Praha. Unfortunately, as this is a family-friendly blog, there will be no details of our endeavors. Just know that we were THIS close to getting Zach to move out here, and i'm not convinced it's not in the back of his head somewhere. (Pause)
The month of June was very awkward weather wise. Prague gave you all it had to offer; Sunshine, gloom, thunderstorms, all in one day! Sometimes I could leave the house in shorts and flip flops and return soaking wet. Also during the month of June, I developed a severe fear of flying. Something about it just doesn't seem right. The thing weighs like 18 tons, the wings don't flap, and a computer flies it. My computer crashes all the time, call me crazy but I don't trust that shit.
So this leaves me a couple of options: Sail the Atlantic amidst rising fears of pirate attacks (and really, how do those big ass fuckin things float?), or just never return home. Combine that with social healthcare and I'm kinda leaning towards the latter. As recently as yesterday, I officialy became official. I obtained my visa in dresden, where I also attended a really crazy beach party featuring the most popular dj in Germany, Paul Kalkbrenner.
Other than finding an old classmate in a porn flick and buying a guitar, nothing else too exciting. It's looking more and more like Berlin fall 2010 for me. With possibly a month in the U.S. before that to reacquaint myself with those who love me.
Now that I have more time available I plan to blog a bit more. So feel free to call me out when you see this site sitting there lonely, just waiting to be violated by my corrupted freeflowing thought stream I call my conscience. Until next time.....
