First Night

I ended up taking a nap for a couple of hours, and headed out for dinner and a movie. A girl at reception told me about Postdammer Platz, home to a mall*, and several movie theatres that play films in English.
Emerging from the Underground station, I crossed the street to yet another Christmas market (the third I’d been to that day). I had some kind of wurst, and a cookie type thing. It was a kind of spicy, mushy gingerbread with a papery wafer on the bottom, and a layer of chocolate on top. I know it sounds good, and in theory, should’ve been, but was not. Oh well, the whole meal—with grande hot cho at Balzac Coffee cost 4 euros. The Markt was just in front of the mall, where I bought some new jeans, and did some window-shopping. It was close to 8 p.m. and everything was closing up for the night, so, after seeing a pair of boots I absolutely had to have, I vowed to return. Now, as all of you know by now, I am tall. Very tall, one might say. The fact that I found jeans—in abundance—in my size the first place I looked, left me teary eyed. That doesn’t happen in the States. That does NOT happen in France (or should I say Lilliputian). And it wasn’t just pants, shoes too! I crossed the Markt, yet again, and made my way to the closest movie theatre. I made it as the previews began rolling on King Kong**. I caught one of the last trains and was in bed, snuggling and watching CNN*** buy 1 a.m.
So, first impressions of Berlin? I really like this city. Sure, getting here sucked ass, and took me to a very, very bad place, but it’s Christmas in Berlin. There are Markts everywhere, and all of the streets smell like gingerbread, sugar, and pipe tobacco. Everybody I’ve asked to help me, has gone out of his or her way to do so; the Underground and inner city trains are really easy to navigate; and, everything is so cheap here. Everything. This world-class city is less expensive than Caen! Also-- and know that last certainly does not mean least in this instance—everyone here is tall—many taller than me. Hot, beautiful Master Race specimens waiting in line to meet and greet Serena at eye level. I am loving Deutschland!
Oh yeah, I hear Berlin is also home to museums, historical sights, and a live bear in the middle of the city. Stay tuned…
Shame on all of you for the last quote challenge. It was Will Ferrell in “Elf.” He was talking to the Gimble’s Santa right before they got into a fight.




This might be too easy, but I’m in a generous mood. 10pts. for character and film.
“Look! Bed pans!”



*I packed one pair of jeans, one pair of tennis shoes, hiking boots (thank the good Lord for my hiking boots), and not much else. While at Orly, trying to make a loud, angry exit from the security gate, I ducked under a line ribbon and split the crotch of my pants. This, however, was no ordinary rip. Sure it was loud (I was thankfully too far away from the guard for him to hear), but it was big. So big, that had I not been wearing long underwear, my modesty could’ve been easily compromised.
**I loved it, I don’t care how long it was, I would’ve have changed a second of it. Sure, things could’ve been taken out, but Jackson knew they shouldn’t have. I loved it. I even like Naomi Watts in it. Loved, loved it.
***In Germany, all of the commercials for phone sex that play on late-night TV have clips of topless woman bumping and grinding in a variety of different settings. Some are S&M types, others school girls getting it on with their locker doors, one was in a weight room not using the equipment as the good people at Nautilus had intended. *shudder* It was really adult, and yet, really available on a couple of my cable channels. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been that surprised. It was after midnight.