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What’s on Your Bucket List?

(AKA, 4 days of going with very little sleep). Wow What a weekend. I need a break from all the go go go, but hey, if my weekend is any consolation, at least I’m young enough to have enjoyed it completely. There will be 3 entries posted in one day (Jan 28) so forgive me y’all – I wrote it up but didn’t have time to post.
Sunday once again was a rainy day – and I woke up way late. Special thanks for my pup letting me sleep. I was so tired that I didn’t even hear my alarms – and am rather glad I didn’t have to work.
After chatting with Bubba, he had to leave the place he’s staying for a bit to give his roommate some time to herself – so we met up and headed to the movies.
We saw a movie called “the Bucket List” with Morgan Freeman (I love him) and Jack Nicholson. It’s amazing. Poor Bubba was a bit weepy (aww so sweet) and so was I by the end of the movie. It also prompted a discussion of what one wants to do with your life – before you “kick the bucket”. I agree with the theory that what you want to do changes when you are young v/s facing the end of your life. I guess it’s a matter of what’s really important to you.
Anyhow, tieing into the idea was a quote I got from Robert via email….
Life’s Journey is NOT to Arrive at the Grave Safely in a Well Preserved Body, But Rather to Skid in Sideways, Totally Worn Out, shouting “HOLY SHIT… WHAT A RIDE!!”
Yeah, someday, this will be me – at least if this weekend is any indication.
Anyhow, after the movies, Bubba and I went to dinner (Yum! steak) and then wandered around the city getting lost but heading in the direction toward where we would know where we were (I can’t explain this concept). Sometimes, the best time you can possibly have is hooking your arm through that of a friend, strolling along and just chatting as you enjoy the fact that it’s stopped raining, has warmed up a bit, and just seeing the beauty of what’s right in front of you.
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Damage Done By Worms

(AKA, 4 days of going with very little sleep). Wow What a weekend. I need a break from all the go go go, but hey, if my weekend is any consolation, at least I’m young enough to have enjoyed it completely. There will be 3 entries posted in one day (Jan 28) so forgive me y’all – I wrote it up but didn’t have time to post.
Friday Night was a concert up in Pankow (clear the north end of Berlin) put on by a friend of mine (Jay’s) Band. I decided that if I didn’t have a migraine (which didn’t return, thanks to my nice friend Jose) I’d go watch them perform. Having mentioned it to Scott, we wound up with 4 of us heading up to hear some fantastic psychobilly/ rockabilly. It was Me (American), Kat (Kiwi), Brenden (Kate’s friend- irish but living in scotland), and Scott (Norwegian).
How to describe psychobilly/ rockabilly.. well, the best description I can give is that it’s a little like the 1950’s style music – on crack. The way people dress for the concerts is like a combo of the 1940’s with goth makeup for the girls, and the 1950’s james dean look but with weird fantastically colored mohawks and wedges for the guys. Let’s just say that in some ways, the costuming of the folks is as amusing to watch as the bands themselves – mostly becauase they can’t decide if they’re punk, goth, or 1940s/1950’s. At any rate, the first band was horrible, and we all got to laughing as we started with a few drinks. During the process of the laughter, Scott and Brenden decided to yell a few “ye-haw’s” thusly earning themselves the nicknames of “Bubba” (for scott) and “Lou” for Brenden. Jay popped over to say hi and let us know that his band would be on by about 11pm, and let’s just say that when the first band was done (50 different lyrics over the same beat/music – I swear!) we were ecstatic.
When Jay’s band came on, we were quite pleased to see better performers, better singers, and actually the crowd getting into the music more. Amusingly, a mosh pit started in the middle of the dance floor (with shirtless guys trying to slam into one other, followed by lots of hugging and kissing and then beer guzzling and more – yep – whole other show in itself) with music that I was cracking up laughing at. Somehow, the idea of a group of guys trying to mosh to a cover of “Reno” by Johnny Cash struck me as funny. At any rate, by the time Damage Done By Worms was done, we had had a great time and cheered them on for more.
Jay, the band did a great job – and all of us agree – we will be happy to go back and cheer you on some more.
No, it wasn’t exactly what the other 3 were expecting, but once they heard y’all, they really did have a great time and are looking forward to more concerts….
And for the rest of you.. check out the music at:
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I’m in Love with Jose.

Sorry folks, but I have to admit to something. I’ve been cheating. Yep. Last night, I went out to dinner and hooked up with Jose. We had a great time. The thing is, I’m not sure how to tell the Cap’n or the Club the news. I’m afraid they’d be jealous since they just don’t work for me anymore. I wasn’t quite as satisified with them as I was with Jose. Ahhh.. sometimes life sucks, especially when we have to hurt the ones we love.

*cracks up laughing* Ok Ok so no really, that’s as far as I can go to try and make it sound interesting. Really, it’s not that much.

I’ve had a migraine since Monday afternoon-ish, so I’ve been dosing up on the painkillers. After missing work Tuesday b/c I was so light sensitive, Tuesday night found me in a great Greek restaurant after dark enjoying shots of ouzo and the food of the gods. The Ouzo didn’t work, so I and then went home to try some Havana Club Rum – just to not feel the pain in my head. Only, it was still there. Wednesday had me taking more pain killers, and drinking 5 cups of coffee in hopes that the caffene would kill it. Nope, didn’t work.

Thursday (yesterday) had me with the painkillers and coffee combo. Nope, still didn’t work. Not wanting to be a spoilsport, I went out to a mexican dinner with a friend who’s just moved here from Norway, Scott. In the process of looking over the menu, and deciding upon chicken fajitas, I started thinking (ok salivating) for a decent margarita. Now, Scott, he says he doesn’t drink. Apparently I’m really good – because I ordered a large (two glasses) version of a strawberry margarita, made with my newest friend, Jose Cuervo. It was a bunch of slushy goodness – and yes, I got Scott to drink one too! After lining both glasses with salt and lime (the waitress thought I was strange), pouring out of the pitcher into my poor little 4 ounce glass and taking a few swallows, I was becoming a happy girl. My headache was dissipating like magic. By the end of the first glass, it was halfway gone. Near the end of the fajitas, I decided it was time for Mango. Yep, another small pitcher – and viola, headache is pretty well gone. No pressure, no pain, just a nice buzz from the alcohol, a shitload of giggles, and a really cool pyrotechnic display from the movie filming across the street.

Scott and I then proceeded to wander around for a bit laughing at the stinging freezing cold rain that pelted us as we tried to make it to the Reichstag (he’s never been inside) before it closed. In the end, we were too late to go inside and I headed home. However, there is good news.

Jose, I think I love you. My migraine is still gone this morning. I feel good, and I’m happy and ready to have productive day at work. Just don’t tell the Cap’n or the Club – they might be jealous of our little fling.

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