Monthly Archives: June 2012

99 problems


A few weekends ago Jessica, Kelly and I saw our rap heroes in concert. News flash: its nearly impossible to take a picture of a concert from the last row of an arena. But, I got to rap ‘Golddigger’ and ’99 Problems’, and a slew of other classic jams, along with the men who made them famous.

We spent the rest of the weekend lounging around, including two trips to the cafe directly across the street from my apartment within the span of 24 hours (poring over their selection of design magazines), and an afternoon full of Kölsch. Not too shabby for a rainy weekend in mid-June.

(I didn’t take this video… if you look closely across the way maybe you can see me, behind the 16 year old girl jumping up and down for the entire 2+ hours concert)

The Continuing Story of Black Berry.

Being in my mid-twenties means, to me, being continuously reminded of things about myself which could use some tweaking and/or revamping. Par example:

  • being too lazy to go out and make more than two friends in the city I’ve been living in for nearly a year
  • not having any hobbies to speak of other than keeping my nails painted with the most up-to-date colors
  • complaining about each and every thing like it were the end of the world

On the last point, however, I have really been struggling lately. I know that having my touch screen phone stolen is not worth complaining about, my life could be much worse and I should be happy that at least I didn’t have to downgrade all the way to the phone I had last year. But damnit if I don’t miss being able to look up the quickest train connection, play a long-distance game of Scrabble with my mom, and email pictures from my cell phone (how was this not a standard function in 2009?).

camera quality leaves something to be desired on the Bold 9700*

I foresee a dip into my savings in the near future, and one less vacation this year.

*this homemade Butter Chicken with roti was amazing, and the photo does this absolutely no justice.

I has a sad.

The only photo that made it out of the weekend alive, because I emailed it to my dad.

In what can only be described as a cruel life lesson, my cell phone (and Kelly’s) was stolen while I was sleeping in a hostel in the most beautiful city in Germany. Sadly, this also means that I will not be able to share with you pictures of:

  • Me pulling a plastic boat by a string through Bächle
  • Me standing in front of the apartment building I lived there the last time I was in Freiburg, nearly 6 years ago
  • Any of the numerous Feierling Biers we enjoyed
  • The interior of Hansel and Gretls (where they were out of the dish we went there specifically to eat)

At least, that is, until Kelly uploads the ones she took and I steal them all for myself.

(Also, if you have a fancy touchscreen smartphone that you would like to donate to a cause, I can send you my address.)

good (spanish) eats

bocadillo de calamares (calimari sandwich) with tinto de verano

melon con jamon, olives, a loaf of bread and a big cervesa

cafe con leche and writing post cards in plaza mayor

 fancy tacos and margs at lulu’s taco bar

a cubo of 5 beers for 3 euros at cerveceria la sureña (we each had our own)

croquettes, tortilla, fried goat cheese with blueberry sauce and patatas bravas at fatigas del querer. (the waiter tried talking us into ordering the special, baby goat. we declined.)

needless to say I came away from spain a happier, tanner, probably heavier woman. worth it.

Madrid