Chiz and I are coming back home for a few weeks and some people have been asking about our schedule. A combination of not maintaining good contact information and the assumption that only people who know us read this site has given me the courage to publish what I know here. I don’t presume that anybody cares, but I figure it’s worth putting out there in case somebody might.
Rough Schedule (subject to change)
Aug 3rd - Arrive SeaTac
Aug 3rd, 4th – “The Garage” in Auburn
Aug 5th, 6th - Big wedding for K&T in PT
Aug 7th - Arrive Seattle (thanks Bern and Shelbs)
Aug 8th-10th – Three day work week at our jobs with Seattle nights
Aug 11th – Dentist (might work, might chill, might sleep, Dante’s?)
Aug 12th – Possible engagement party for S&R
Aug 13th – Lacey day (Sorry Mom. Might not be staying any nights)
Aug 14th – Auburn or Seattle?
Aug 15th-17th – Work week (Coldplay on Tuesday in Auburn)
Aug 18th – Work day? FG party
Aug 19th – Night out in Auburn
Aug 20th – Return to Lacey and heading back
We certainly want to see everybody. If you want to hang out while we are there, please send us your phone number and Chiz will put it in her cell phone and we will call you when we get in.
I think the correct amount of time has passed that I can freely publish this information. If you don't know by now you probably weren't going to receive a personal call anyway.
STEVE AND RANA ARE ENGAGED
Yes, the word is out. Congratulations you two. We were all shocked. I do not know if Steve got down on one knee. I did.
How you like the new blog format? Does it work for you? Do you like the new way I just throw my thoughts out there?
I just posted that whole bit backwards to make the joke work.
I’ve been reading a lot of blogs lately. It really is addicting. There has been a few times where I thought it would be cool to try out a more blog format for this site. I currently just view this site as a place where I do ‘posts’. I want to try to make it more of a place where I just throw my random thoughts out there too. Hopefully it works. Blog.
I used the word blog a few times now so far and I’d bet it bothered a few of you. People hate the word blog. I don’t know what it is, but people just don’t think blog is a good term for people writing their random thoughts online. I wonder if this the first time a new online technology simply just hated the name it was given. Was there a big outcry when the word ‘email’ came out? Hater: “Oh, no it’s not an email address, it’s just a little thing I give you to be able to send me messages. Email doesn’t define me.” Or what about when ‘browsers’ came out; Hater Software Dude: “This isn’t simply a browser foolish consumer, it’s an explorer!” Oh wait. Whatever. The point is that the word makes sense for what everybody out there is doing. They are blogging. They are bloggers. Even people who think they aren't blogging are blogging. Why can’t that just be the word we go with?
We were prepared for a different dining-out culture when we got here. Even if you have never been to Europe (like me) you probably know that they tend to eat dinner later and a meal out can take a few hours. Switzerland isn’t anywhere near as extreme as I understand Spain to be, but the differences are still noticeable for somebody coming from the US.
If you are eating dinner before 8 you are part of the early crowd. They are generally happy to seat you if you show up at 7 (not necessarily true in France), but reservations seem pretty important in many places and if you don’t have one you will see the hesitation. The hesitation is there even when the restaurant is completely empty. I assume this is because once you have that table they figure you might just be there until morning. But the reason the meal takes so long isn’t for the reasons we expected at all. This is probably where things start to diverge a bit amongst countries, but here it isn’t the actual ordering, serving, and number of courses that are longer. It’s just getting the check!
In fact, they are generally very quick to get your drink and food orders and they bring them out pretty dang fast. Then… they disappear. As soon as the food arrives, the roles reverse and you have to become the one to initiate everything. It is rare a server will pop by to see if you need anything so you have to flag them down for everything. Sometimes this is pretty difficult. At a minimum, I require eye contact with them because I’m not at a cultural comfort level yet where I can just yell out into an empty room that I want another drink. So, I just lock eyes on them as they enter the vicinity and wait for them to glance over. This takes a lot of dedication and you can’t feel rejected if you don’t get that eye contact. It’s just the way it is. I don’t exactly know what they think you are doing just sitting there, but most people seem pretty happy just breaking out the cigarettes and chatting in front of empty glasses.
And it isn’t so much an issue of bad service. I would say the actual friendliness of servers is better than in Seattle and when you do finally catch their eye they are there with a smile and never make you feel like you are bothering them. They simply just leave you alone because that is what the culture is and they think you want it that way.
A co-worker of Chizzy just got back from a trip to the Big Apple and she definitely commented on how it feels like you are being rushed out of restaurants there. Being brought the check before asking for it is unheard of here. In the US I think it is seen as a courtesy.
Here is the second installment in my interpretation of the songs from The Office. This probably isn’t as popular as the Freelove one, but the scene in which he plays this song is possibly my favorite in the whole series. David meets with Dawn in his office and starts to talk about how he wouldn’t be the boss "or the man" that he is if he didn’t try to console her in her times of need (she had a fight with her boyfriend). As he is talking, the camera pans to Dawn. When it pans back he is holding his guitar and he breaks into this song. It ends up being about the car accident that killed Princess Diana. The look he has when he goes into the “rushing through the Paris night” part is classic. Gareth in the background is perfect. If you still haven’t seen it, you are missing out.
Any music you might find here is solely for the entertainment of me and my friends. I don’t pretend to be a musician and obviously don't have a voice made for singing. I have a much more polished version of this song with drums locked in the belly of ProTools but the program is completely worthless and has corrupted something in the file so it won’t let me format it to WAV or MP3. So this is just me and the acoustic.
Princess Diana (550KB MP3)
Oh, what can I say about Munich except the beer is great and the pretzels are HUGE.
We have an office there so I was able to schedule some meetings for late in the week and have Bryan meet me on Friday for some super good times. We stayed outside of the city so our mode of transport to the center was the U2. I asked Bryan if that’s how the band got its name and he was sure it was not. We still haven’t looked into that one.
Saturday morning we got up nice and early and headed on down to the center. It was raining so we decided to hop on a double decker and tour the city. Here are some of our shots from the bus. I took the pictures so you’ll see lots of raindrops on them since I didn’t really try to find a spot out the window that was dry.
Just so you get the general idea of the city. There were a lot of cranes around so many of our pictures didn't turn out so great.
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Another festive street.
The more we live here, the more I realize the Vincent Vega theory of European living is pretty accurate. You remember his first scene during the whole Royale with Cheese discussion when he says it’s pretty much the same as the US but just with some odd little differences.
He also says this; “Well, in Amsterdam, you can buy beer in a movie theatre. And I don't mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of beer, like in a bar.” What he also could have said was that when you buy a ticket at the cinema you are given an assigned seat. Luckily, we figured this out the easy way when we went to see Million Dollar Baby a few months ago. The movie had been out a while and there weren’t many people there. So we thought it was pretty strange when two dudes walked into the nearly empty theater and proceeded to sit directly behind us. As they were sitting down, I heard one of the guys ask which seat number the other one had. I looked at my ticket again and noticed there was a row and seat number printed right on it. Nobody else ended up coming in so we stayed where we were and didn’t run the risk of having sat in somebody else’s seat.
The next movie we went to, In Good Company (I’m just saying the movie names here in case anybody has seen them and wanted to comment on it), was more crowded but still not packed. We got there pretty early and there were only a few people actually seated. Our seats ended up being right next to two young girls who were already there. We still didn’t know if anybody took the seating assignments that seriously so we decided to give the requisite one empty seat buffer to these girls. We didn’t know if it would be considered strange to sit right next to them in an almost empty theater even though our tickets requested it. However, as the theater started to fill up we noticed that it wasn’t accidental we were given seats immediately next to somebody. Everybody was just packing in the center about 12 rows back. It looked really odd. There was nobody in the front, back, or sides; just a big mash of people right in the center of the theater. I always likened theater seat selection to that of urinal choice. You want the best location without actually having to be next to somebody. As it fills up, math just takes over and you end up being next to somebody eventually if necessary. Of course, the people who were assigned seats right next to us eventually showed up and were a bit taken aback we weren’t following the rules. They just plopped down next to us with the verbal agreement we would all shift down if somebody else came for the seats.
By the third movie, we just went in and sat in our seats and conformed to the rules.
Also, they have intermissions in movies here. I actually like that quite a bit. You can just go ahead and drink that soda with reckless abandon because you know you’ll get a chance for a bathroom break in a bit. And I was very thankful to learn that the urinal selection rules are indeed universal.
This is an unauthorized post. I am doing this while Chiz is at work and didn’t make sure these photos pass approval for world viewing. I really hope she doesn’t seek revenge by posting photos of me. There are no two ways about it (if there was before); I am officially fat. I have managed to move to Europe and pack it on. So much for blending in. Also, we don’t hear enough from Chiz on this site and I’m sure people are wondering what she is up to. I think this is a fair representation of both her unique lifestyle and her magnificent beauty. Enjoy.
RelaxingChiz. This is a popular location for weekend chillin. We know she is only relaxing and reading celebrity gossip on the computer because her shoes are off. When she is actually working, she keeps the shit-kickers on.
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