Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
How to realise you're officially a dinosaur
Healthy office snack of the day: plums from my aunt's garden.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Where can I claim my commission
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Was that IT?
After vegetating in a deck-chair for an hour (photo WITH shoes below), regretting that we didn't bring our bikinis, we cycled back into the city centre, stopping at Strandbar Herrmann for some more deck-chair-(non)action, this time airing our pale feet in the process. Aaaah, the life!
By the time we had finished our first drinks, dark clouds intruded into our shiny happy urban summer bubble and made us hurry back to our trusty old bikes. At the intersection where I waved good-bye to PPS, who lives more central than I do, the first raindrops started to plop down on my sweaty back. By the time I got home, I was soaking wet.
In retrospect, I think I probably WOULD have sued the ORF Wetter-people if their predictions hadn't been accurate.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
it takes two
We both miss our weekly chlorine-scented bitch-fest as Stadthallenbad is closed for maintenance until September 3. Until then, we have to resort to other ways to vent our work/men/fashion crisis-related frustrations.
No matter where you put the two of us together, we communicate in code. The kind of code all good friends develop sooner or later. With some people, you click and find the same wavelength straight away, with others, you become gradually attuned to each other. La Mermaid and yours were thick as thieves back at school and are just as childish at the tender age of 34.
Yesterday, both of us were somewhat sleep-deprived which makes an interesting combination when you're given to talking without thinking first even on a good day. On the escalators of H&M, the Mermaid turned to me and began to say "As my daugther's kids always say..." Me: "??? Your daughter's kids? How come you never told me you had a daughter, never mind those grandchildren!" What she meant to say was "My cousin's kids" and I admit that it's only mildly amusing to an outsider, but it cracked me up all right and I launched into a firework of lame jokes of the "Gee, you must tell me the name of your plastic surgeon!" variety. Sitting in a café later, I told her "As you know, darling, I'm a very superficial person and I only go out with you because you're so pretty". "I know, honey", she replied, "and I love you because you're so dumb, my blondie."
That pretty much sums us up. Men might come and go, but there's nothing to beat inane conversations with the girl(s).
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Earlier today, the cool new white leather case I ordered from Amazon arrived and I rolled the pink "condom" aka "sports case" I'd bought as temporary protection off again. In my lunch-break, I bought a tiny white leather-bound notepad with silver edging. I don't actually use notepads, but...you know...it looks great with the IPod.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Watch me come undone...
I was also sort of offended he didn't play my all-time favourite, Supreme. Shame on you, Robbie! The last encore was Angels which had the desired wave-your-lighter-in-the-air effect and came with a proposal by a fan on stage. I wonder whether that was part of the show and the guy has to propose to his (fake?) girlfriend every night of the tour.
He announced that "tomorrow's show will be Scheiße" before he went off stage. According to the Mermaid, who listened to the live broadcast of Satuday's concert on radio, his voice was indeed more hoarse than it had been the day before so we should consider ourselves lucky to have got the better deal.
Still, it was a fun excursion with the girls, all five of them. I suppose if he were to play Vienna again next year, I'd pass. Add another year and I'll have forgotten all the pain (sitting/standing on grotty plastic covered with litter for hours on end, queuing for the loos, having somebody sing into my left ear for the duration of the whole concert) and willingly queue for tickets again.
Mental notes for next time:
- Bring a generous supply of bottle caps as (overpriced) drinks sold in the stadium (you can't bring your own for security reason but you can buy them inside...) are handed to you with the caps removed by the vendor.
- Wear platform shoes or hire stilts
- Alternatively, wear much more revealing clothes so as to allure gentleman with broad shoulders.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
because I'm worth it...
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Not so inmates @ Coma HQ who had to "work" yesterday. Oh, the joy of sitting in the office from 9-5:30 with no phone-calls, no mail, no newspapers, nor guests since no one assumes the place to be open. Not.
On your way to work in the morning, the baker's closed, at lunch-time, there's only Mac Donald's and the odd Würstelstand to keep you from starving. Afte work, the subway is pitifully empty.
Teinfaltstraße, which I pass through every morning and which on ordinary work-days is lined with parked cars on both sides, was completely deserted yesterday:
I had the foresight to bring in the new La Redoute catalogue to keep me company.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
make mine a gondoliere
The Tyrolian said where she got the calendar from they also had one with Catholic priests but she considered those to be too celibate to adorn my walls. I'm not so sure about that and who knows, those thorn birds might have been far hunkier than the water-borne taxi drivers.
Monday, August 14, 2006
I'm thinking of turning this into a new feature - "guest-bagging" so if you come across any noteworthy bags, take a picture and mail it to me. Not that I'd mind if you sent the actual bag to me, either...
Lunch-break purchases: Making the most of a 10%-off-everything-voucher for BIPA, I bought a new electric toothbrush and stocked up on "anti-cellulite-placebo-cream", tried-and-tested Diadermine this time.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Sunny Sunday Trivia
Towards the end of the season, the red sofas look a little worse for wear, don't you agree?
After I had comfortably sprawled out on one of them, finished my newspaper and got down to reading my current book a guy blocked out the sun and asked what almost sounded like an indecent proposal, "Do you mind if I lie down next to you?" Having muttered my assent (it's a public place, alas) I moved to the far side of the sofa and resumed reading until his obsessive opening and closing the velcro strap of his watch became too much and I decided to make a move before I strangled him (death by velcro, how's that for C.S. I. experts? Hah!) with the very thing.
Fortified with an ice-cream I zig-zagged through the 6th and 7th districts.
As it was still sunny when I was almost home - at Urban-Loritz-Platz, to be precise - I decided to climb up the gazillion steps of the Main Library Building and look down onto cars and trams whooshing along the Gürtel, Vienna's ring-road which is also notorious for being lined with seedy night clubs and (at night) prostitutes looking for business at red lights.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Finishing off another fat one
I particularly love those of his books set in Vienna (e.g. Setting Free the Bears and The Hotel New Hampshire) where he briefly studied. When I read his memoir, The Imaginary Girlfriend, however, I was somewhat piqued to find out that a) he did not even bother to have German quotations proof-read and b) that he claimed a - now deceased - Professor at the University of Vienna who was still around when I studied there had an accent like Arnold Schwarzenegger. The gentleman spoke nothing but the most conservative RP. That Irving described the Viennese as being xenophobic didn't exactly thrill me, either, but it is unfortunately true.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Guys, come a little closer...we'll let you in on a secret now...psssst!....WE CAN CREMATE MEAT JUST AS WELL AS YOU CAN. Yep. But we'll let you do it as you seem to get such a kick out of it. Besides, we need someone to blame for the burnt meat.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Penélope in all her Technicolour g(l)ory
What struck me once more about the advantage of good old European films over Hollywood ones was the fact that women look like women. I especially liked Lola Duenas who played Sole(dad) and even Ms. Cruz, blemish-free skin, doe-eyes, x-rated cleavage and all, could pass as a real woman thanks to the brilliantly selected clothes she wore. What would no doubt shout a-stylist-specialising-in-vintage-clothes-painstakingly-trawled-L.A.'s-super-chic-vintage-shops-for-months-to-select-this-outfit in an American film looked natural and damn hot on her in Volver.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Ingredients for a shitty holiday
- miserable weather (rain, RAIN, RAIN) more or less all week.
- an even more miserable mood.
What cheered me up and kept me from losing my mind for good: a cruise in the Pampered Princess' hubby's motor boat before the Deluge set in. Meeting B2 twice. A trip to Italy with obligarory purchase of a pair of shoes. Watching the first season of Grey's Anatomy more or less in one go. I got the DVD from Chiquita who told me it was highly addictive and had SatC-potential. I was sceptical at first, having never liked medical series at all. It turned out she was right and I was hooked pretty much from the first episode on.
To further convince me that the World-with-a-capital-W has conspired to annoy me, I just got the long-awaited delivery from an American mail-order company (content: a t-shirt, a mousepad, a magnet) together with an invoice - payable to the postman - for € 17,32 for custom and postal fees. Great. First of all I had no idea I'd have to pay customs fees and then I did not notice a sticker saying the sender had affixed inadequate postage. Needless to say, the postman had gone by the latter dawned on me. Did I just pay pocket-money for some clever postal employee? In any case, I'm very pissed off for the ultimately rather expensive order.