You're Never Fully Dressed...

Day one of the impromptu Germany Christmas excursion is underway. But it's much more than underway. Day one is almost gone. And I'm still sitting on my bed.

A day of traveling, one plane FULL of babies whose first experiences of flying are uncontrollable anger at the changing air pressure, and a cancelled train connection. It is a small wonder I slept for 13 hours before being prodded out of bed to shower because the scent of my socks is obscenely wafting through the room. It's been a slow start.

We're heading out today to re-accquiant ourselves with Tuebingen, the college town that I studied abroad at. It's really only been a year since I last visited during my internship and nothing here has really changed at all. I have though, I can feel that. There was a great debate over the effects that being abroad had on us all before we left. Who matured, the insides of becoming independent, world-travelled, the nuances between cultured and snooty. (Which I may be well slipping toward...)

Before I flew out of Detroit I had this overwhelming anxiety attack about my appearance. I scurried to the nearest Old Navy and dropped $211.04 on a wardrobe. Having now written out by behavior of the last few weeks, it seems like I'm slipping into this weird quarter-life crisis.

Maybe a three-week stay in Germany during the holidays is exactly what I need. Maybe that's what every 45 year old male says about his new cherry-red Mustang convertible.


...

Howdy, Neighbor!

Going to work at 7:30am, my neighbor found me walking down the stairs in my dirtiest, heaviest work clothes and my trè chic polka-dot lunch box carrying my keys, a hardcover copy of the bestselling novel Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, a Ramen noodle chicken-flavor pouch, and a cheese grater. 


How do you segway around that?

Coming home from work, he saw me get out of my car with a fern. 

Witching Hour

As a person of the younger variety, stereotypically, I should have enjoyed Halloween in my most revealing version of a cat/witch/devil costume I could muster.

Milkshake bringin' all the boys to the yard and whatnot.

Seriously, because someone needs to explain this one to me, too.

Alas, Halloween found me, not haunting up a local bar flirting my way through all the free cocktails I could stand, but at someone's home, where people were gathering before heading to said bar.

I did not partake in the second portion of that plan.

In fact, one of the party-goers to be said that I looked like I wanted to murder everyone there for keeping me from my bed.              ...He wasn't entirely off. They did have a big bag full of candy, so I gorged myself out of pity and sleep loss. And my first draw was a starburst pack filled with ALL reds.

The night wasn't a complete bust.