Scatterbrainy

Being at the UN tends to make you want to handle things sort of cautiously and with a certain measure of bureaucracy. So when we (and by WE I mean my awesome collegues from the office) wanted to go for drinks yesterday, we made sure to plan it one day ahead and draft a contract for all involved parties to ratify.

All day I was looking forward to said activity and after having feigned "hard-at-work"for about 5 hours,
it was finally time.
We headed down to the (in-?)famous DonauInsel and the sky was immensely pinkish; the evening promised well!
Ended up at La Cocina Mexicana with a pitcher of Sangria (Ein Pitcher Mit Sangria) and a waiter giving us looks of hatred. While eating and drinking, me and Beth kept dreaming about and lobbying for The Living Room, the most awesome bar at DonauInsel; an actual floating livingroom!
Finally we convinced the rest of the party to up and move to this great place that fullfills all your dreams.

But things were about to get fishy.
Something had happened to the Living Room.
A nasty, unidentifiable (but if I had to identify it I'd say a sophisticated mix of sewage and stable)
was covering the place.
We tried shifting tables a couple of times, but the smell seemed to be following us around.
Eventually we (semi-)identified the source to a strange-looking man at the bar.
But strangely enough we could find no traces of exasperation in the looks of the other people at the bar.
Was it just us?
WAS IT US?

The mystery was never solved.
We desperately drank our spritzers with eager speed
- and left.


doppelganger:
after years of exclusion, I have finally been said to resemble a celebrity.
Kristen Stewart, anyone? Twilight freaks unite and let me know.