Goodbye winter

Tomorrow is already February. I am so happy that it already is a bit brighter outside. I am just too busy for the moment. Feel I never have time to relax. Doing social things also, but I'm always on the run. Therefore I am taking Friday next week totally off. I plan to do bugger all. Except for maybe go shopping for that jogging overall I promised myself for Christmas. Tomorrow I'm having some good friends over for dinner. It will be inauguration of the tablegrill. Exciting!

A foot fetishist and cheese

Somehow these two items go together, don't they? Anyway, that's what happened tonight. I was out quickly (or so I thought) for a drink in my place when I realized I hadn't heard from my foot fetishist guy for a long time. Shot off an sms and shortly after he showed up. So much to talk about. And I hadn't eaten anything since lunch, so we decided to go for a little something. That ended up to be a cheese plate.

But I guess we had too much to talk about to finish it. Note the onion ring though, think it's left because I said you can't kiss anybody after eating onions...or maybe it was just wishful thinking :)

Moving forward

Had the real estate agent over this evening to go through a few details in the contract, that I'm supposed to sign on Friday. This is a big deal in Switzerland I'm told. Think the RE agent was afraid I wasn't gonna be able to answer the questions in the registry office. Reminds me of the time when I wanted to buy glasses, and they wouldn't sell me unless I had a doctor's certificate. What is wrong with Swiss people? If somebody is willing to throw a lot of money your way, why object? So now I have shown that I have actually read the contract (just being blonde, not stupid) and I know what I will be signing. Obviously I don't know all of it, not even a lawyer would with the contract text they're using, but I have a good gut feeling. And that's good enough for me. At least it has worked so far in my life. So why wouldn't it now?

Cool site

This is such a cool site. You can follow trains live via Google. Megacool. http://www.swisstrains.ch/

Shopping

Another exhausting evening at IKEA. Only to come out with stuff for only 20 CHF. Think I have never shopped so little there ever. Of course I made it up with shopping in the food store outside, Swedish delicacies...yum. Even cancelled my going out evening. Early to bed is the plan. More tomorrow.

Praise for my twirl

Yesterday in salsa class I was doing good, and got compliments for my twirl. Amazing how happy you can be for such a small thing. And now it's starting to get interesting, when we have learned more moves. In the beginning it was just a lot of steps, like the 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. Now it almost looks like dancing!

Lowly

Sometimes I remember why I fell in love with the ex. Like tonight. Don't feel so hot after angry feelings and stuff. And being a woman I drowned my sorrows with chocolate cake. Shot off an sms to ex saying I might not be so slim and beautiful when you come back. His take on it was "you'll still be gorgeous for me". Hmm. Perhaps I shouldn't have quit?

Non-pc

I just couldn't resist. Got an email from asshole guy who screwed me about salsa tomorrow. He's not going because he claims to be sick. Asking if I was intending to finish the course. My answer "Yes I do. I for one stick to my promises and commitments." Oh dear. I am not a very forgiving person am I?

Everything is relative

I used to love to speak to my grandfather because he always said "enjoy while you're still young". Even though I wasn't exactly a puppy at the time, to him I was always the little girl. His first grandchild. I really loved him.

Was thinking of him today when I was trying on the underpants I bought. Strange you may think, but my thoughts were around this everything is relative. I bought underwear in medium-size and when I unpacked them they seemed to be...hmmm...kinda small.

It's a good thing they stretched, and if I may say so myself didn't look at all bad...

Gay orchids

What is it with gays and orchids? All gay guys I know seem to have an unexplained love for orchids. Is it because the flower is supposedly exquisite and expensive? Or does it have some quality that escapes me?

I just know that when my gay friend visits me he gets green with jealousy because mine are blooming. In January! And this after I ignored one of them for about a year, no water, no nothing. As soon as I started to nurture it again, it just sprouted buds left, right and center.

Visit from Mandela

Yesterday Mandela showed up in my apartment. Imagine my surprise when I realized Mandela was a she. And a dog. Albeit a cute one. And very well trained I might add. I just don't get why the owners named her Mandela? Is this a common name? Am I the only one to connect it to Nelson? And what does a dog have in common with him?

Contract

On recommendation from my bank who went through all the papers about my flat, I asked for a translation of the actual contract to English. They complied, and on Friday I got it (later left in pub but luckily retrieved if you remember). Read through it today, and realized I'm gonna need some help interpreting the legalese. It ain't easy. But one clause states "If the execution of completion of the buildings is delayed by acts of God...blablabla"...HAHAHA! By acts of whom?

How to get thoroughly screwed

This is very easy. Distrust your own instinct, and instead trust a man. This will guaranteed make you very disappointed. The same day my future flatmate was to move in, he informed me on voicemail and in an email that he wasn't moving in after all. I had refrained from advertising, and held the room for him for something like 3 weeks and then he all of a sudden had an epiphany that he couldn't pay for it. Well, I guess on one hand that it was better to find out beforehand, because this is certainly not a person I would like to live with. But he did screw me good, because now I don't have the extra income I was counting on for my purchase of the flat. Men!

Not straight

This was bothering me in the room. I tried to get the paintings to hang straight, but they seemed to be glued (perhaps they used the body lotion?) to the wall.

Swansborough

For some reason the rooms had names. I have no idea where Swansborough is, but at least I had a smoking room. Not that it contained an ashtray, which I thought was a bit strange. Didn't they expect me to actually smoke in the room?

A happenin' place

In England it's really not on to go out by yourself to a pub in the evening. At least not if you're a woman. These oldfashioned guys will immediately think you're a prostitute looking for some action. So being a good girl I stayed in the hotel for the evening. Turned out to be a real happenin' place in the restaurant. NOT!

Hello 1950's

I cannot believe that the English still haven't understood the advantage of having one tap in the bathroom to regulate temperature. They still persist with one for cold water and one for warm. So either you get frostbite or burn yourself.

Reminds me of the first time I was in England, in Brighton to be exact. Not that it matters for the story. Stepped into the bathtub to have a shower and wash my hair. Was looking around for the shower in vain. Nope, only two taps so had to lie on the bottom of the tub trying to alternate sticking my head under first the hot and then the cold tap. Had a sore head for days after.

My dangerous shampoo

Oh travel is soooo glamorous. And safe. Especially since friggin Zürich security relieved me of my shampoo and body lotion bottles. No more than 100 ml can travel in your hand luggage. Yes, I should've known better but usually I check in my luggage and forgot about it this time.

An unopened favourite lotion and a shampoo bottle used once. Fuck! And these people have no compassion, no understanding of something outside ze fucking rules.

I even asked when coming back if I could possibly have my precious bottles back. No. But the security guard admitted it was a stupid rule. At least I got that.

So had to use whatever the hotel could offer. And that wasn't good. I had frizzy hair after using their products and walked around a whole day smelling like the glue we used in school when I was little.

Tram No 9

The pub is located in an area I'm not familiar with. I remember going back to town on tram No 9, which I didn't even know existed. And I've lived here for 5,5 years. Weird. So went back the same way I came. Remembering there were a few stops from the pub where we were and Paradeplatz. Turned out to be one stop. Good thing I was watching out for it. Went in. Had the four guys sitting at our previous table crawling under it to make sure my bag wasn't there. Not an entirely unpleasant experience I might add. When all this effort turned into nothing I went to the bar and voila, there it was. My bag with the new chick-lit fresh from the printer in Heathrow, my contract in English and some other paraphernalia. Went back to the table where the guys high-fived me. So glad when things turn out to the best. The fact that I was planning on going home, change and go out partying went awry, but who cares? PS. Is it terribly bad to have a kebab at 11 at night when I'm supposed to be on a diet? See, I didn't have dinner and was starving!

Fucketyfucketyfuck

I am so stupid. Was out with two youngsters this evening, and there was a lot of talk. So much, so when we finally left I also left my bag. Not my handbag mind you, but my little bag with my book, and as it so happens my apartment contract in English. How stupid can you be? How stupid can I be? Realized when I was just home. Rushed to google the place and call. Of course no answer. Now my dilemma is to leave it, and hope that nobody steals it and pick it tomorrow. In which case I won't be able to sleep tonight. Better go and get it. If I could remember where the place was...