A crazy kind of love…
May 3rd, 2006 by B.
Margon Apfelschorle Lieblich… where have you been all my life?
Also, a quick update on yesterday’s capers:
~ Met with my german teacher… who immediately started talking to me only in german. the nerve. Anyway, ye old confidence was shattered early on and my ’snappy repartee’ was reduced to “me want talk to german goodly sum day on time in future talking. with talking”.
~ Met with garage guy whose name I’m still not sure of… who immediately started talking to me only in german. the nerve. Came away knowing very little other than the fact that the parking garage is not responsible for damages, theft, vandalism, flooding, delays due to mechanical or electrical problems with the lift, bird flu, or bad hair days. No clue how to park the damn car though…
On this day..
- Useless but fun. - 2007
Really? Apfelschorle? Not such a big fan. However, I did get that Ritter that you recommended. VERY good!
After the parking garage I hope you reached for a beer and not Apfelschorle. That would have freaked me out!