my wife is awesome
(yes, yes, declaring such to family and friends is obvious i know, but really ... awesome)
Nyaaaw. Shucks.
so i woke up to yet another birthday - do these things ever have a year off? - feeling rather non-plussed by the whole sitch, i mean, 37... it's a dull kinda number (although, a prime, i am reliably advised by the semi-autistic numerosity of andrew). and it's kinda overwhelmingly ... um ... extensive! (Haha!! Kent's OLD!)
nonetheless, age is just number, whatever, i don't really care. (Sobs.)
so, in this frame of mind, i was greeted by a series of wonderful surprises,
all wrapped in stripey string
(we all know stripey string is a hundred times better than just string.)
and soon i was all like, 'fuck yeah. it's my birthday!'
lucy had downloaded 7 albums of new music for me, including a couple i know she's not fond of hearing, but she got coz she knows i love some annoyingly spastic musical irritations. that's pretty sweet no?
I am now tolerating said spastic musical irritations - aaah, married life!
they were set up on my itunes under a special folder she made.
you can see the painting she made - in the above image - which set up the whole gift.
i got spoiled by the wonderful in-law parentals -- massive thanks to brig and abj
(i have turned your generosity into a spanking new pair of jeans acquired from mitte)
You know that sounds like Kent went and bought 'spanking jeans' ...
yeah. i did!
i got some killer bunting flags that instantly added to the atmosphere of festivity and joy.
a hand painted gift voucher for the single best pens available for stippling and various drawing styles to which i am becoming obsessively ... um ... drawn. haha.
brilliant.
it's also worth mentioning she was a bit under the weather, which makes it all the more amazing.
we took ourselves off for breaky at the consistently delicious st gaudy cafe and furnished our bellies with 'proper' coffee, boiled eggs and mini chocolate croissants. then, on to freidrichshain, and its assortment of excellent cafes, pretty ok shops and generally enjoyable vibe.
brilliant.
it's also worth mentioning she was a bit under the weather, which makes it all the more amazing.
we took ourselves off for breaky at the consistently delicious st gaudy cafe and furnished our bellies with 'proper' coffee, boiled eggs and mini chocolate croissants. then, on to freidrichshain, and its assortment of excellent cafes, pretty ok shops and generally enjoyable vibe.
chicken burgers which seasoned pommes (chips) and as much mayonnaise as i could possibly squeeze out of the bottle before the chef got too grumpy.
a really excellent vietnamese dinner followed later in the eve. there's heaps of vietnamese restaurants in berlin - i saw this doco once, and it explained how the east germans invited the north vietnamese into their country in a gesture of solidarity with their communist brethren, suffering under the relentless bomb-fest imposed by the imperialist machinery of the military-industrial complex of the capitalist pig west. of course, they then subjected them to the relentless paranoia and big-brother autocracy of the ridiculously inefficient communist party and the stasi secret police. still, the upside, many years later, for touring antipodeans with nothing but ingrained democratic leanings, is a plethora of great asian food.
they have, like, 4 options on their menu. we sampled half, and it was good.
damned good.
I had the couple dining next to me glancing in disgust as I not only slurped my soup,
splashed the shit everywhere, but then also leant over Kent's bowl,
guzzling the best bits of noodly goodness into my face, well after he had finished
and was sitting in a PFES (Post Food Euphoric State).
then - drinkies at wohnzimmer with renee and stefano.
And possibly the grouchiest bar tender in the world.
Lots of 'fuck-you-for-ordering-a-drink-I-want-a-drink-you-no-good-yuppie-scum' scowling,
complimented by wet slamming of mojitos onto the counter in a sloshy extravaganza.
(I think she was into me.)
Then some serious flouncing into our area, glaring at us until we handed her our empty glasses,
and then huffing very loudly when we did, because her tray was too full.
I think it was German for 'Is that your girlfriend, or can I ask her to dance?'
mojitos and berliner pilsener in ancient couches, discussions of a proposed move to the country and much general merriment.
(Followed by a cheerful stumble home, toasted sandwiches and Simpsons episodes!)
Well, this post is all very 'Kent' oriented, isn't it! Don't worry, I will talk ALL about me in tomorrow's entry.
(It's ok, I promise I won't. Much.)
Yay for birthdays!
(Great excuse for surrounding company to also enjoy general merriment,
in the shape of a gigantic electric pink cocktail, reminiscent of the days when I was
banned from red cordial and lollies.)
a really excellent vietnamese dinner followed later in the eve. there's heaps of vietnamese restaurants in berlin - i saw this doco once, and it explained how the east germans invited the north vietnamese into their country in a gesture of solidarity with their communist brethren, suffering under the relentless bomb-fest imposed by the imperialist machinery of the military-industrial complex of the capitalist pig west. of course, they then subjected them to the relentless paranoia and big-brother autocracy of the ridiculously inefficient communist party and the stasi secret police. still, the upside, many years later, for touring antipodeans with nothing but ingrained democratic leanings, is a plethora of great asian food.
they have, like, 4 options on their menu. we sampled half, and it was good.
damned good.
I had the couple dining next to me glancing in disgust as I not only slurped my soup,
splashed the shit everywhere, but then also leant over Kent's bowl,
guzzling the best bits of noodly goodness into my face, well after he had finished
and was sitting in a PFES (Post Food Euphoric State).
then - drinkies at wohnzimmer with renee and stefano.
And possibly the grouchiest bar tender in the world.
Lots of 'fuck-you-for-ordering-a-drink-I-want-a-drink-you-no-good-yuppie-scum' scowling,
complimented by wet slamming of mojitos onto the counter in a sloshy extravaganza.
(I think she was into me.)
Then some serious flouncing into our area, glaring at us until we handed her our empty glasses,
and then huffing very loudly when we did, because her tray was too full.
I think it was German for 'Is that your girlfriend, or can I ask her to dance?'
mojitos and berliner pilsener in ancient couches, discussions of a proposed move to the country and much general merriment.
(Followed by a cheerful stumble home, toasted sandwiches and Simpsons episodes!)
Well, this post is all very 'Kent' oriented, isn't it! Don't worry, I will talk ALL about me in tomorrow's entry.
(It's ok, I promise I won't. Much.)
Yay for birthdays!
(Great excuse for surrounding company to also enjoy general merriment,
in the shape of a gigantic electric pink cocktail, reminiscent of the days when I was
banned from red cordial and lollies.)
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