I thought maybe my landlord had rented the upstairs to Carnival folk while I was at work. I was imagining that my new neighbor would be a beautiful trapeze artist, like Gina Piccolapupula whom you may remember from Big Top Pee Wee...
…but no such luck. It turns out that the thing is just a big washroom…
Lots of sinks on this end, and two bathrooms at the other end. I’m assuming they are bathrooms anyway; the doors are a little more securely tied on the other end. I could get into them, but at this point I don’t really care that much.
A bathroom trailer, huh… do you think my neighbors are trying to tell me something? Is this is some weird Germanic custom that they do during the spring? Am I the person on the block who is the most in need of cleaning up? Maybe I’m just the most full of sh … oot that couldn’t be me, could it?
I think someone was probably towing it and broke down and had to leave it here yesterday. It was gone when I got home today.
Anyhoo…
The day after the Derby party (Sunday) I had to go to Stuttgart for an early Monday meeting. I would be there all week for work. Sunday was also the last day of the Cannstatter Fruhlingfest. This is the spring festival they have in Cannstatt, which is right outside of Stuttgart. They also have a Volksfest there in the fall which is kind of a mini-Oktoberfest (from what I’ve heard). The Fruhlingfest is 3 weeks long and seems more like an amusement park with beer.
Not that I am opposed to such things, but as I was standing in one of the Bier Gartens watching this crazy ride rotating around three axes I was thinking about two things.
1) I’ll bet there’s a lot of chucking that goes on here…
and
2) Where the hell is my umbrella?
After noshing on this pretty awesome sandwich…
I was wandering around and I noticed this guy with this gold trimmed wife-beater shirt on. He was wearing a cowboy hat and just prancing around. Then I surreptitiously zoomed in on him and saw what his T-Shirt said…
… I don’t think he was really American.
Work went fine in Stuttgart, and though I did not get to see much of the area I had a good time.
Saturday I am heading off with a buddy to Scotland. We fly into Edinburgh where we will participate in the Scotch Whisky Experience and eat some haggis. After two days in and around Edinburgh, we will work our way up to Stirling to see Doune Castle and spend the evening in Falkirk. From there we will head over to Glasgow for a day and then fly over to the Motherland of Ireland. We will have 5 nights in Ireland: two in Cork, two in Dublin, and one somewhere in between. We may go to the Beamish brewery in Cork and probably hit up Guinness in Dublin.
We’re flying on Ryan Air so we will be packing light. I’m actually going to take only my second-string underwear, so that I can just throw it out as I go. This will leave me with more of two things…
1) More space for any knick-knacks that I decide to pick up (sorry – no haggis ... or kilts)
and
2) More space in my underwear drawer.
All around, it really is a Win-Win situation when you think about it.
I'll will not have my computer while I'm gone. I may be able to approve comments while I'm away, but I doubt that I'll even try. Of course this means that my already pathetic schedule of updating will come to a grinding halt for a while.
3 comments:
A toilet in your parking space is too funny...
T,
Which is worse; a man wearing a T-shirt that says, "Juicy American Princess" or a women wearing a T-shirt with that sobriquet?
I've got to tell you, I'm really on the fence here. My initial knee-jerk reaction was that only a woman should wear such a shirt. On further reflection, I don't think I would want to stand too close to a woman wearing that shirt. On the other hand, if I saw a man wearing that shirt I wouldn't get close enough to take his picture (no offense). You understand my conundrum.
I know if one of my daughters showed up with that shirt on I'd snatch her bald headed. I hope I don't have to worry about that because I'd like to think my girls were raised better, but as Amos once asked Andy, "One never knows, do one?"
W
T,
Was Ireland like heaven?
How was the haggis?
How was the Scotch Whisky Experience?
Get in any golf?
W.
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