Oh yes...I'm sore. But not from dancing. It's the bed. It has caught up with me...my neck is outta whack. My hips hurt. I wake up and don't feel rested. Wahhhhhhhhh.
Post-show tonight (strobe lights, techno music...ah, make it stop!) in the MQ we hit a pizza stand and I didn't know this but I think I prefer salami on my pizza more than pepperoni.
More important news: I think I shall buy the bag from Turek. And maybe a dress I've been eyeing at Zara.
Evie, Mom, and I hit the Merkur markt big time today...and for the second time in a row, I've gotten these cards in a plastic package at the end of the whole paying/bagging scenario (which is always fraught with issues...oh no, I need one more bag! Oh no, everyone else is such a faster packer than we are! Oh no, I forgot the diapers! Be right back...!) Anyways, these plastic cards...are they coupons, Alyssa? They look like fun silly little flashcards but she gives them out to everyone, whether they have an Evie or not.
Jeffrey-- remind me about cords I need to take home at some point, ok?
Back to reading the Wall. Alyssa, can I find this wall in Grinzing perhaps if I drink too much wine? PEARL! Noooooooooooooooo! Why did you have to go out and roam in the warm weather!? And for god sake, stop using the matches so frivolously.
Which reminds me- Grinzing...dinner at Figl is a must before we go but a reservation.... Do I need one?
Jeffrey...taking mom and Evie to the Vapiano at Mariahilfer for lunch tomorrow...
Here's a random picture of Evie.
Keep reading, keep reading. The end is as abrupt and freaky as the beginning, that's all I'll say.
ReplyDeleteThe bed. You know, I complained to David Levy about it, and I actually think he misunderstood me. I think he thought we were complaining that the bed wasn't soft ENOUGH.
You can reserve on-line at Figls, I see. They want it at least three days in advance, but I think you might be able to fudge that. Here's the form, translated:
Name* (Last name)
Vorname* (First name)
Adresse (I think you can figure this one out)
PLZ | Wohnort (zip code) 1190 or whatever it is.
Emaill* (I think you can figure this one out, too)
Telefon* (Ditto)
Termin* (Date - remember backwards month/day)
Uhrzeit* (Time, miltary - 19.00 = 7 p.m.)
Gästeanzahl* (How many people in your party)
Wunschplatz (where you want to sit) - Nichtraucher (nonsmoker)
You many only use my translations if you promise to get the cheese-ham pretzel appetizer thing. Even though that alone is enough for dinner.
You're the BEST! And...I have a Turkek update. I passed on the bag and bought boots for myself instead at Salamander. I think you're going to like them... I might still buy the bag though...
ReplyDeletejust cause. I don't have two mortgages but I do have 5 weeks of living Vienna under my belt so we'll see if I'm an irrational shopper or not. And I'm all over the pretzel thing at Figl. I think we'll go next Thurs. night as our last meal in Wien.
Oh nooooo! Where did HE come from? Shoulda never went back to the Alm. I sorta thought she'd get swallowed up by the wall instead...but
ReplyDeletenow I'm torn - do I want Bella pregnant with her son's calf? These and other questions will linger. Surely there's a sequel?
Have a great trip, Howards fam!