Some People...

Yesterday was another great day, by and large. I say by and large because of one anonymous agent who put a royal hitch in my plans. But we'll get to that.


I woke up and made the short walk down to the grocery store to pick some things up for breakfast (see Mom, I'm being a good guest!) when I quite literally ran into my friend Mark! He had a class around the corner and had popped over to grab a sandwich and some coffee. We had a good time quickly catching up and then I went on about my shopping with a little more sunshine in my day knowing that I was in a place I could always come back to and find people who knew me.


I then spent most of the day working on translations and napping. I'm still pretty jet lagged so I don't feel so bad about it. That evening I met good friend for dinner (chinese from the mall 'cause that's how we roll) then we went back to her apartment to catch up (read: drink beer and catch up). This was another point in the day that I just felt good about where I am and the connections I've made with people.


Eventually we decide to check out the party on campus. It was a blast. Again I ran into several people I knew but hadn't seen for two years and had a really good time. Jacky, being the social butterfly that she is, knew several of the people working behind the bar and they let us stash our coats around a corner instead of paying for the coat check. Go us!


Here's the part where this anonymous agent comes into play. After the party we head back to our little hidey corner to find that my coat, hat, scarf and gloves are gone. Just mine. My one heavy coat that I brought with me. I looked around thinking I could surely find whoever had taken it. It was a large, wool coat so it would've stood out among the t-shirts and skinny jeans. To quote the infamous gangster and general rolemodel for young children Vincent Vega, "Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it. "


This next part is for that person specifically so unless you are that person, you can skip this next part. Also, if you are my Nanna you should skip this part.


Dear Supreme Asshole,

You are, in fact a bad person. If there was any doubt during the course of your life about whether or not you were a good person, I'm here (as a personal favor) to clear that up for you. You are not. In fact, you are a little bit of a bastard. Now you're not Dr. Mengele bad. You're not Rwandan genocide bad. You're not even like psychotic cylon bad. But you are a bad person. And really that's the pathetic part. You're petty bad. Not even henchman level; you're the foil in the story of the great day I had. Never-the-less, I walked home in the snow last night so you're kind of a huge douche. I now really hope Buddhism has it right so you come back as a naked blind alley cat. To borrow a unique phrase from my buddy Creigh, you are a dicksatchel. A bag of genitalia. Ok maybe that one was too far, but you're still someone I decidedly dislike.

Sincerely, Zach


Ok I'm done. Y'all can come back now. Back to better things. Till arrives today! As some of you already know, Till is one of my best friends on earth. We met here in Wuppertal while he was finishing up his master's. One thing I've learned about hanging out with Till though is that the two of us plus beer always ends in me getting talked into something crazy. Like the time we decided we could totally run a marathon without training for it (we did) or the time we spent a long weekend in Estonia (yup it's a real country) in the middle of February or the time I got the shake-down from a bouncer who then robbed me. Oh the good ol' days!