Well, nothing about this trip has been quite as expected. Due to me forgetting until Thursday that Kev had a new number, I had no idea of the state of my apartment. I hadn’t kept in very good touch with anyone else here, bar Sarah, who I was definitely going to spend some time on Saturday with, so I had no definite other arrangements (Jean had offered, back in October, but we hadn’t spoken to each other a couple of weeks). I took a flyer, just went to the apartment thinking “It’ll be OK”, but when I got there – no toilet. Which was a tad inconvenient, since I had skipped a visit at the airport. I always seem to just miss the train coming off the Friday night flight, so this time I was determined! I caught the train, but it left me contemplating the problem with the (scientifically-proven) brainpower handicap of a full bladder.
I kinda stuffed up. It was dark, I was tired, all the useful stuff like the cooker and my “sea chest” (plastic crate that holds all my worldly possessions in Germany) were hiding under other things, plus a layer of dust. The only buckets were full of plaster. I wasn’t really thinking straight. Instead of setting to, getting the portable light plugged in, finding the red floor bucket and getting the place shipshape, I turned round, got straight back on the tram and went to Rabenschwarz kneipe, where I knew Frieda was working and that she might lend me her futon. I would have gone there anyway for a few glasses of (alkoholfrei) Weißbier, once I had got sorted out, but I am kicking myself now… Ended up with me spending money over the weekend that could have gone more usefully.
I had a good, but quiet evening. The lovely Frieda consulted with Sabine back at home and, indeed, I could stay. Tomorrow would be another day to deal with. Not wanting to force a whole group’s conversation into English, I said basic hellos to people I did know, then sat in a comfy candlelit corner reading a Lindsey Davis “Falco” book on my Fonepad, having the odd beer (and eventually Fencheltee) and just chilling til closing time. Unfortunately there was a mutual non-recognition incident with a musically-inclined guy called Sven, who I’d had a long interesting chat with on a previous visit – it was only when he was leaving that we both went “oh, I didn’t see you there…” Oh well, some other time!
Finally, as I struggled to keep both awake and warm (a tiredness symptom rather than any lack in the bar’s heating), it was closing time. Frieda cashed up, locked up, and we headed back to hers. Crashed out about 4, warm and grateful.