26 March 2007
Quote:
If you love a human being, there's really no other way but to hang in
there.
I'm back from Vienna, and what a lovely trip it has been. No delays, relaxing flights, nice weather. I stopped in Frankfurt on the way over, and in Hamburg on the way back. Stopovers are alright if you are flying decent airlines, I guess. And you get 4 flights for the price of 2, how great is that for a travel junkie?!
I had a lovely time, I hope Christian did, too. I hope I didn't give him my cold or keep him awake with my coughing (he had to get up at 5(!) on Monday morning!).
I left Sheffield on the 3:44 AM train which was serviced by a very confused ticket inspector who claimed the journey to Manchester Piccadilly took 50 minutes (it takes 90) and that we had to change into a bus to get to the airport (there was no bus). So I was already in hysterics thinking I would miss my flight at 4 o'clock in the morning. I did get there on time, and even had a chance to claim my Miles&More airmiles that I had signed up for the night before. Hey, I'm flying Lufthansa to Denver, so that's at least 5,000 fat miles! I really have to start getting some sort of bonus out of my many trips.
Christian
and I chatted (and bitched) a lot, drank not TOO much, walked around
Vienna in the sunshine (!), went to have breakfast (the menu had to
be translated meticulously -- what a funny place Austria is! LOL) the
museum (bog mummies), and the cinema: La Vie En Rose, about Edith
Piaf. The film was very good, and I didn't know HOW fucked up she really
was!!
Here's a toast to all fucked-up, fallen, drug-addicted, beautiful sing
stars! (That's a toast with blood-red French wine!!)
Christian has the most amazing collection. I have heard of it, of course, but to see (and lift) it is a entirely different thing! I wouldn't even have the space to store all those folders! It does make a difference to physically browser 321 folders of ALL articles, pictures, photos ever taken since 1981... but it just tales so much space! LOL
Being
confronted with that much memorabilia also made me slightly depressed.
WHERE the fuck WAS I in 1996?! WHY did I not do this-and-that in 1991?!
WAS I really poor and unable to travel in 2001?! It makes me feel
nostalgic and GUILTY in equal measures.
But still one thing is for sure: I WAS there all along, in spirit, at
least. I was there very much... I just didn't physically travel there.
I have missed so much, and I'm not sure how to feel about that. Maybe I
would never have gotten to where I am now if I had camped out for weeks on
end in Hampstead? And maybe I would never have the bit of money to spare
for travel that I have now if I had spent all my time stalking instead of
slaving to achieve a good position in the company?
On the other hand, I was always compulsive and passionate about what I do,
too: I really, really loved my studies, and I really love my job now. So
it's not like I didn't LIVE!
What was
slightly depressing as well is talking about stuff with Christian and
getting a "second opinion", so to speak. Not that his opinion necessarily
differs much from mine (we're all on the same side, really), but just
small things he says have a lot of impact. I'm not going to go into
details. It's very difficult to express anyway.
Let's just say I do believe I am a quite realistic and analytic person,
but when it comes to George I will also always be very defensive and
protective, in a very realistic and analytic manner. LOL
The Canadian dates are still not confirmed and even more confusing than last week. FUCK THEM!!! Hey, I'm not a stalker, I just like travelling! (I really, do!!)
Can I say
SORRY to Tina at this point, if you are reading this?
I was told I wrote something about you a while ago that upset you, and I
didn't mean to. Because I don't even know you! We should at least have had
a fight first, and then if I would be angry with you I would be *allowed*
to write something nasty about you, but not like this. So: sorry!!!
It's just jealousy. I probably was very jealous of you about 15 years ago.
Christian having toast...
Very-bad-cold woman having a think about her life...
