Shitty host
I didn't really have anything for Driusan to see. I didn't know what he had in mind and it wouldn't matter because I don't really know much touristy stuff here. I'll let him essplain what he did on his own.

ATTENTION DRIUSAN INFIDEL:
Do not install Windows Messenger on other people's computers. It's a bitch to get rid of.

OK, I'm not so bad. I fed him, got him boozed up, and I just remembered that I lent him around €100. Maybe I can get it back from him the next time my plane gets diverted.

Shop 'til you drop
BG and I took care of some errands yesterday, errands which included scoring some Kristal champagne for bro who we're visiting in a couple weeks. It's real hard to get and he needs to build up his supply for the 2009 Superbowl which will be held in Tampa. Costing around $200 a pop, he'll be selling them for around $800 each, maybe more.

We bought three bottles at one store: €450 cash. the guy asked a few times if this was for our personal use and not for a restaurant. Umm... yeah. Three bottles should be enough for 10 guests. As we left I remembered to look for the peach vodka. They still didn't have it.

The alcohol department guy heard me and said it still hadn't been released yet. I told him I had an E-Mail from Absolut that said it would be out in Germany by August. He then said to hold on and sent someone to the back room again. He came out with an advance bottle of Apeach that some other employee thought was going to be his. It's mine. Sorry dude. I handed over another €20 as they wrapped it up to hide the label. They also rang it up secretly as "Misc bottle". It is very tasty indeed.

Driusan counts like a girl
I had to tend bar last night and was getting ready to leave as Driusan returned from looking for museums or whatever it was he was after. He wanted to get on-line for "a few minutes". I'd forgotten to burn a CD for the bar and came back home 20 minutes later. Driusan said he'd be over in another 15 minutes.

Two hours later he walked in and was feeded. Ladies, this model's not going to be available for long. He tells time just like you! He'll actually understand what you mean by "I'll be ready in three minutes" because he says it, too.

He went off to some punk club or something and came back to the bar as we were closing up. The only thing open after hours is a goth club and I thought he might enjoy the sight of 120 "I'm so independent" goths racing for the dance floor to line up into opposing rows to box-step dance at each other each time the song Augen Auf comes on, which it does no fewer than four times a night. Before leaving for the goth club I impressed Driusan with my godly powers of writing upside-down.

There was no dancing that night. For some reason it was forbidden last night but I didn't understand why. It wasn't the Buß- und Bettag which had been earlier in the week. So we just sat at the bar and drank even more.

Diary of an Alcoholic
I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't drink vodka before going in to tend bar. And maybe -- just maybe -- I shouldn't keep drinking while actually tending bar. I think that perhaps the bigger mistake was buying a round for the bar staff at the goth club. This is what probably caused them to hand over so much more booze in return. I don't remember coming home. I don't remember eating before going to bed but apparently we three (BG was there, too) ate quite a bit before stumbling off to bed.

ROR!1!!1twelveminusone
Driusan was up around noon. Somehow the washing machine had stopped just after the beginning of the pre-wash cycle and his clothes were all wet. While waiting for them he was trying to find out what "holiday" could cause the prohibition of dancing. I did some searching but finally got my answer from the ex-pats' forum: Totensonntag -- Remembrance Day, or "Day of the Dead".

That's right, the goths couldn't dance at their club due to "Day of the Dead"! ROFFLE! They also wouldn't have been allowed to play any sports, either, not that they ever do. How the hell the club was still allowed to open and serve booze (and no food) I don't know.

Who'd'a thunk it?
After dropping Driusan off at his train I picked up some bread and went home. I heard some cats squaring off outside and sure enough, the girl cat ("Stelpa" or "Minnicke") was facing down some other neighbourhood cat which was on the other side of the gaet which I'd covered with chicken wire so that the two dummies don't slip out. They slowly approached each other with Stelpa meowling and in a more dominant stance. As they were up against each other Stelpa leaped up and started batting at the chicken wire. The other cat ran away.

This doesn't sound like a big deal, but you have to remember that Stelpa is a purebred Persian: her snout is more or less punched in so she can't really bite anything. She's also declawed. That wasn't matter to her. I'm so proud.

Tonight's Belgian recipe (first attempt for this dish) is Everzwijnfilet met witloof in ciney-sausje, or "wild boar filet with endive in Chimay beer sauce". I don't feel like cooking and I'm not really hungry. I hope this stuff reheats well.

What you missed in #husi
Sex from the inside -- VeryNSFW. See it before it gets pulled.