Easter is over, and finally the last members of the family ascended into the Hamburg and I have the great apartment for me. No one there who constantly calls excuses from me. Pleasant.
I take this opportunity to invite a few friends for dinner, which has the advantage that I must not leave the house and the disadvantage that I must clean afterwards. No matter, I gladly accept it. They terminate at clock for 21:00 and I'm starting an hour before cooking. There are Ratatouille and a mixed salad. Delicious, no kebab eaten. Punctual as the masons are Daniel, Julien, Lucile and Philippe (in alphabetical order, horny) and bring two bottles of wine. I put on the rice and press Daniel an Easter egg and a chocolate bunny on a stick in his hand as he is away from home. Then I go with him into the bathroom and connect his hand again (. Whipped into a cupboard door Note the small detail: sleep).
David is missing in any of the many little things in this house that Hand "and tried. Too bad. Soon he comes.
We begin to eat and Daniel jumps between the German and French language back and forth, because today I am not mentally able to latent in mind my knowledge of French to use. Self-blame, which I invite me exclusively French and Swiss? Anyway, we manage to communicate as accessible to us. In addition, the topics of conversation, as always the same: pop supervision de France. I think to myself, with such issues I need to give me no trouble.
adopted After dinner, Lucile, which has yet to write a research paper and we prefer to the living room. The quiet sounds of Interpol, we open the second bottle of wine and continue our discussions. Phil begins to speculate, to ask about my private life, especially about my sex life and tries rauszukriegen information from me. When he realizes that he does not succeed, he reacts a little disappointed and outraged. He says: We're friends, whom you tell something like that, if not us? friends? We are not friends in that sense. I'm with Phil never made a serious conversation. He says that would be due to the language barrier, where he is right of course, because I have already discussed with Daniel one or another problem. For Phil I think it is because we do not even try once to lead a serious talk and I is also the Nordic chill the blood. Well yes is does not matter. Finally, if my business who I share it with the extent to which in my personal life.
at midnight is optimism, and yet we give the glasses in the kitchen. We agree to adopt us for Wednesday evening and after a brief thanks to the three.
I decide on clearing up the next day and move the phone with Jenny, to clarify details for the next Business Breakfast. Despite my vow to enter niewieder a Starbucks, I will be on Wednesday early yet again have to arrive there. Jenny told, nor of the evening in the Hadley and I am sad that I could not be there. Next week, hopefully.
I lie in bed and look up at the still asleep a few minutes, the Lord of the Rings.
I take this opportunity to invite a few friends for dinner, which has the advantage that I must not leave the house and the disadvantage that I must clean afterwards. No matter, I gladly accept it. They terminate at clock for 21:00 and I'm starting an hour before cooking. There are Ratatouille and a mixed salad. Delicious, no kebab eaten. Punctual as the masons are Daniel, Julien, Lucile and Philippe (in alphabetical order, horny) and bring two bottles of wine. I put on the rice and press Daniel an Easter egg and a chocolate bunny on a stick in his hand as he is away from home. Then I go with him into the bathroom and connect his hand again (. Whipped into a cupboard door Note the small detail: sleep).
David is missing in any of the many little things in this house that Hand "and tried. Too bad. Soon he comes.
We begin to eat and Daniel jumps between the German and French language back and forth, because today I am not mentally able to latent in mind my knowledge of French to use. Self-blame, which I invite me exclusively French and Swiss? Anyway, we manage to communicate as accessible to us. In addition, the topics of conversation, as always the same: pop supervision de France. I think to myself, with such issues I need to give me no trouble.
adopted After dinner, Lucile, which has yet to write a research paper and we prefer to the living room. The quiet sounds of Interpol, we open the second bottle of wine and continue our discussions. Phil begins to speculate, to ask about my private life, especially about my sex life and tries rauszukriegen information from me. When he realizes that he does not succeed, he reacts a little disappointed and outraged. He says: We're friends, whom you tell something like that, if not us? friends? We are not friends in that sense. I'm with Phil never made a serious conversation. He says that would be due to the language barrier, where he is right of course, because I have already discussed with Daniel one or another problem. For Phil I think it is because we do not even try once to lead a serious talk and I is also the Nordic chill the blood. Well yes is does not matter. Finally, if my business who I share it with the extent to which in my personal life.
at midnight is optimism, and yet we give the glasses in the kitchen. We agree to adopt us for Wednesday evening and after a brief thanks to the three.
I decide on clearing up the next day and move the phone with Jenny, to clarify details for the next Business Breakfast. Despite my vow to enter niewieder a Starbucks, I will be on Wednesday early yet again have to arrive there. Jenny told, nor of the evening in the Hadley and I am sad that I could not be there. Next week, hopefully.
I lie in bed and look up at the still asleep a few minutes, the Lord of the Rings.
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