We had a party.
The good ladies at the IZS, Frau Graßl and Frau Reitzer, helped to organise this last get-together for the good peoples of the Sommeruniversität 2001. All on a whim of my suggestion. But I suppose having done the heavy work, I was entitled to just doing nothing.
Karin brought the drinks, Christine baked a cake for dessert, Hadi brought Arabian appetisers, Maran did Malay-style fried rice and Manuel & Marco some terribly good, spicy pasta. Yums.
The Italians and their antics in the kitchen provided much amusement, what with Marco’s encounters with the stove-chute (and consequently my learning yet another new Italian swear-word), and Manuel slaving over every single detail to get the pasta to perfection. Kudos to these guys!
The surprise of the evening of course was that Thor came. I tried getting him last year, but he was already back in Denmark for Christmas, so it’s good seeing him here. And with hair! A sharp contrast to Mike (Stone) now that he is bald. No one bothers with the other Mike now that he’s no longer blue…
Donatella seemed to be very worried that I’d be writing horrible things about her online, especially about our adventures in Prague. Who, me? I only tell the truth. Which makes her plenty worried, alright. Still, despite spending most of the evening torturing her, I did save her from the clutches of Marco.
Piece of advice: When someone is cooking 2kg of pasta, do not say “Only?”
We had another party.
Well, to be honest, not really. Just chilled at Florian’s after dinner at an Italian restaurant. Superb dining, by the way. I had a huge calzone, which makes my mouth water still just thinking about it. It caught my eye on the menu, and was the one Marco recommended too. Destiny.
Blue Mike and I really wanted some ice-cream but tagged along with the rest to Florian’s, rather nearby as it turned out. This ain’t no ordinary student apartment. Manuel and I looked at each other immediately and nodded knowingly: an Ikea showroom. Practically everything they had came from the Swedish furniture-designer.
They even had a lava lamp, green as our envy.
But Florian and Christian were great hosts, so we had a fine time just chillin’. Mike Stone had to ask everyone another of his Questions (that just had to be answered), i.e. “What’s the word to describe clean code, without unnecessary lines…” Or something like that. I didn’t join in, fortunately, giving my mind a break. I suppose I was still sore from the toothpick puzzle in Prague.
Eventually, we left, half to Stusta, half to Oly Dorf. But Blue Mike and I went to Münchener Freiheit to trace down our much desired ice-cream. I was certain we wouldn’t find it. I was bound to lose bothways: if we found it, I would be wrong; if we didn’t, I would be sleeping tonite sans goop.
Sigh. I was right.
(But somehow tredged home with Blue Mike and watched Dark City till dawn, so all was not lost.)
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