Our German neighbor used to have an adorable Labrador Retriever named Levi. Levi had been adopted from Americans who were leaving Germany and couldn’t take him with them. Levi recently got very sick and passed away, so our neighbor acquired a new puppy, name of Tommi. Tommi, like Levi, is a lab, although it looks like she got him from a breeder. I adored Levi, and was very sad when he died. He was a very sweet, friendly, and gentle dog, who always wanted to say hello. He was also well behaved and well trained, and would come over to visit us. Tommi looks a lot like a young version of Levi, and is just as friendly and outgoing. It looks like he’ll be a lot like Levi when he grows up.
A few days ago, I had Arran and Noyzi on their leashes, ready to take a walk. Our neighbor was outside with Tommi, packing up her car. It looked like she was headed to the barn, where she boards her mare. I once tried to have a conversation with her about horses. I spent most of my childhood showing my Appaloosa. But she seemed doubtful that I knew anything about horses and, in fact, even doubted that my horse had been an Appaloosa. The picture I showed her was of us mid flight over a fence and his spotted rump evidently wasn’t so easy to see. When I showed her another photo of us winning reserve champion at a state 4H horse show, then she realized I knew what breed my horse was. In that photo, she could see his spots.
I think this is a common thing with some Germans. Sometimes they act like they know better about certain things, even when it’s clear they don’t. 😉 But rest assured, I did spent years working in barns and taking care of horses and, at least in those days, I knew what I was doing. Someday, when we settle down, I would love to have a horse in my life again.
Anyway… I think our neighbor distrusts Arran, mainly because Arran’s a bit high strung and bossy. When we first moved to the neighborhood, he didn’t seem as friendly as our other dog, Zane, was. Zane was a beagle with a touch of lab in him. He never met a stranger. Arran is a beagle with, I think, a healthy portion of German shorthaired pointer, and possibly a touch of coonhound. He’s very sweet, but kind of cranky and emotional.
Noyzi, by contrast, is very nervous around people he doesn’t know, especially men. But he LOVES other dogs! He’s only about two years old, and still wants to play. Arran will play, but Arran is eleven and doesn’t have the stamina he once had. And he’s only now, after three months, starting to come around to liking Noyzi at all. Consequently, when Noyzi and Tommi first touched noses, I think Noyzi fell in love.
A couple of days later, Bill took the boys out for a walk. The neighbor was outside with Tommi again, and he came over to greet Arran and Noyzi. All three of them started trying to play. Bill had Arran on a long Flexi-lead tape leash, while Noyzi was in a harness and two regular nylon webbing leashes. Tommi was off lead. Bill said it was clear Noyzi liked Tommi and wanted to play some more. After their walk, he kept looking over at the neighbor’s house, eagerly searching for his new friend.
As you can see in the video, he now knows Tommi’s scent and seems to want to leap the fence to get to him. I think he’s more likely to try to climb the fence than jump it, and he’s big enough that I think it’s possible he could clear his obstacle. However, I have not seen any indication that Noyzi wants to run away from us. He doesn’t charge the door when the doorbell rings, and he seems very attached to me… and to his bed and food.
We may have to find him a younger playmate, though. It’s so nice to see Noyzi acting more like a regular, goofy, funny dog. He’s really settling into his life in Germany, and making life during a pandemic a lot more interesting and fulfilling. I hope someday, he and Tommi can have some fun. If he was a human, I think he’d be knocking on the door, asking our neighbor if Tommi can come out to play!
By savior, I mean the man who saved Noyzi’s life when he was unceremoniously dumped on a street in Pristina one day in 2018. Noyzi’s very first rescuer is a young man named Florent who has a habit of taking care of street dogs. There are many homeless dogs in Kosovo, and a lot of people don’t like them. So Florent does what he can to help them. He gets some help from others who like dogs, like my American friend Meg, who was responsible for bringing Noyzi into our lives. Meg used to live in Kosovo and has many contacts in the countries that were once collectively known as Yugoslavia.
Kosovo’s population is mostly Muslim. On the whole, the Muslim culture doesn’t value canine companionship. There are also many poor people living in Kosovo. Many of the dogs that have value in Kosovo are working dogs, rather than pets. At the same time, spaying and neutering pets is not a popular practice.
Just last week, someone dumped three female puppies near Florent’s house. Meg has told me it’s because females get pregnant and people don’t want to deal with pregnant dogs. I saw a picture of the female puppies that were rescued in another part of Pristina last week. They look like could be Noyzi’s sisters, and they are just as young and tiny as he was when he was found… about four weeks old. They’re lucky they were simply dumped. I read a horrifying account of what regularly happens in nearby Albania, when it’s time to cull street dogs. A woman from New Zealand who lives in Albania rescued a street dog and blogged about it, as well as the plight of beautiful Albanian dogs who roam the street and are horribly abused or killed in very inhumane ways. Parvo virus is also a constant threat to puppies in Kosovo.
So there I was last night, newly friends with Florent, and he was telling me about Noyzi, and how he got his name. Kosovo is a “brother nation” to Albania. The people who live there are mostly ethnically Albanian and speak Albanian. There is a rapper in Albania whose name is Noizy. Florent says he likes Noizy’s music, and the dog, Noyzi, was kind of noisy when he was found. He’s not very noisy anymore. I did change the spelling of Noyzi’s name for a couple of reasons. First off, I’m a spelling nerd, and kept wanting to write Noisy instead of Noizy. And secondly, on his paperwork, it’s spelled Noyzi. I figured it would be easier to keep it spelled as it is on his documents. I had originally meant to change Noyzi’s name, but I could not think of an appropriate new name for him. Now that I know that the name has a connection to his homeland, I’m glad we kept it.
Around the time we first got Noyzi, Meg told me a bit about how she came to take him into her rescue. I wrote about that on my original blog. It was back in October, just a few days after we finally had him in our home, when I was thinking about how the stars aligned for us to have this dog from Kosovo in our family. We’d been waiting a long time for a new dog to come into our lives after we lost our sweet beagle, Zane, on August 31, 2019. We tried to adopt another beagle in March of 2020, but that experience ended in senseless tragedy. About a month later, April of last year, I saw Noyzi’s picture for the first time. There was something about his face that touched my heart. I wanted to know more about him. Before I knew it, I was agreeing to adopt him.
It took six months until we were finally able to get Noyzi and bring him home. That adventure, which happened in early October, involved going to Slovenia to pick him up. That was the last time I left our neighborhood… and the last time I was in a car. COVID-19 has really altered my lifestyle in so many ways. A year ago, we were planning trips to France. Now, we’re waiting until it’s safe to travel… and instead of writing about our adventures in other countries, I’m writing about this big, sweet, skittish, and shy dog from a country not everyone even recognizes. And I literally haven’t been anywhere in months since we brought him home. Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t bother me that much.
Last night, while many of my friends and loved ones were reeling from the drama happening in our country, I was sitting in Germany, and Florent was telling me about what it’s like to live in Kosovo. According to Florent, Kosovo is kind of like a “jail”, which is only good for people who are wealthy or politically affiliated. Maybe Donald Trump ought to look into moving there, since it seems like no one else wants him. On the other hand, Florent makes it sound like Kosovo has more than enough problems. I got the sense that maybe he’d like to move somewhere else. I understand how that feels. I was ready to leave the United States in 2014, and that was before I knew what was on the horizon.
Florent shared a couple of videos of the tiny puppy version of Noyzi, greedily eating kibble and yogurt. I can see that he’s always loved food, although it took him awhile to learn the concept of treats and “people food” in our house. He will let Bill pet him and give him a treat, but only if he’s in his bed. The bed seems to be his safe zone, and he stays there almost all the time. But he will come to me for treats and snacks, and to be walked. He loves taking walks, though I had to teach him about leashes and show him that they aren’t meant to hurt him. He will let Bill walk him, but only if I put the harness on him. He won’t let Bill do it.
Although his savior was a man, Noyzi doesn’t like men. When he sees male strangers on the street, he panics, and will backpedal or try to bolt. When we first got Noyzi, he used to get so scared that he’d pee involuntarily. Some things would literally scare the piss out of him. That behavior has stopped, which is a blessing. However, I have never needed to house train him. He naturally goes outside to do his business. Noyzi also doesn’t like sudden movements or noises. It’s like he has PTSD. And yet he’s so sweet and basically well-behaved. He doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body. He keeps himself clean, and even takes care of the dog toys, “saving” them from our other dog, Arran, who likes to destroy them. Noyzi will grab them when Arran isn’t looking and stack them in his bed, like they’re his friend.
Noyzi has been acting more like a normal dog lately. He loves to run around the yard, especially before and after a dump or a walk. He loves being brushed, and although he’s so far only had one bath, he does enjoy being bathed. Once he realized that warm water feels good and being scrubbed is a pleasant experience, he was happy to sit in the shower and get clean. Florent told me that street dogs are very smart. They know what it’s like to have no food or water or love… so when they find a home, they adapt fast. Florent also told me that he had rescued a dog that ended up going to one of our soon to be President Joe Biden’s friends. I can believe it, since there are Americans who work in Kosovo. It wouldn’t surprise me if one of them, working in government service, took one of Florent’s rescues.
Our conversation went on for about an hour or so, and then Florent said something that was very profound to me. He told me that he rescues dogs because “they are angels, and God is testing us with them. And if we help them, God will love us.” I remember being a senior in high school, when the Eastern Bloc was falling apart. My government teacher, Mr. Jim Eccleston, was talking about the fall of the Iron Curtain, and described Albania as the “Iron Lampshade”, since all of the other countries were opening up and Albania was the one holdout. At one time, it was the site of the harshest and most repressive Communist regime in Europe. When I lived in Armenia in the 1990s, there was a violent uprising in Albania that became the Albanian Civil War. The Peace Corps program there was suspended and the Volunteers had to be evacuated. They later reopened the program. I have always been curious about Albania, and I’ve seen that parts of it are very beautiful. I would like to visit sometime… but hopefully at a time when the street dog problem is handled more humanely.
Florent says Kosovo isn’t such a great place right now. A lot of people don’t have anywhere to go. He described himself as “a sunflower planted in the wrong place”. But then he told me about how he and Meg once rescued six puppies stuck in a hole at a train station. One by one, they pulled them out… and if Florent hadn’t been there with Meg, those puppies would not have survived. I can’t help but think that this young man, who obviously has faith in God and a love for animals, is a sunflower planted in the right place. He brings light, beauty, hope, and humanity to dogs who just want to find loving homes. They just want a safe, warm, dry place to sleep, enough food, walks in the sun, and someone to shower them with love in the form of kind words, loving pets, and treats. And every time one of Florent’s dogs finds a new home, the sunflowers are planted anew… in Germany or the United States, or Poland… or any of the other places where they find themselves with people who want them and are committed to loving them forever.
It’s been such a privilege to have Noyzi in our lives, especially during this endless pandemic. He’s given us something to focus on besides all of the bad stuff. And every day, he surprises us with something new and adorable. By saving Noyzi’s life, Florent gave us an amazing gift… and a permanent bond to a country where there are still many sunflowers waiting to be harvested. Florent may not know it, but what he’s done has had ripple effects way beyond Kosovo.
A year ago, Bill and I spent December 1st moving into what was our new home in Wiesbaden. He was recovering from cleaning our old house in Jettingen, which turned out to be a complete waste of time, since our former landlady was determined to find and charge us for every little defect, whether or not we were responsible for it. In retrospect, I wish we had just broom swept the place, as required by our lease, and been done with it. Trying to clean that house to her impossible standards was a waste of energy that took away from the energy we needed to set up our new home.
Anyway, because we were in the process of moving, we never did make it down the hill to Breckenheim’s adorable little Adventmarkt, which goes on for just one day every year. They had it last night, so we went down for a couple of glasses of Gluhwein. I got some pictures. Most of the booths were for food and mulled wine, as far as I could tell. They had waffles, crepes, and I could see the Breckenheimer bikers were selling brats off the grill. They were the ones who threw the awesome rock festival over the summer.
I love how community minded Breckenheim is. This is a community that does a lot of neighborhood events and I can see that the neighbors are friendly and social and like to do stuff together. I experienced this a lot less when we lived in the Stuttgart area. They had events, but they weren’t necessarily neighborhood events. It was also a lot harder to meet people down there because it seemed like the general mood was more reserved. I did make friends in the Stuttgart area, but it usually took more time. A lot of times, our dogs facilitated the meetings, too.
The lady who owned the dog, Sammy, was also working the Gluhwein stand. She noticed Bill’s German accent wasn’t native and quickly figured out we are English speakers. It turned out she lived in the United States for awhile and worked for Seagram, the beverage company. She came out and had a lovely chat with us on topics ranging from The Rolling Stones to Donald Trump. I found myself apologizing for our president, who is not popular over here for obvious reasons. But Germans have a laugh about that, since Trump’s origins in Kallstadt are not far from where we’re living now. Some of Trump’s poor extended relatives in Germany have been treated badly because he’s a distant relative.
Our new acquaintance from last night had plenty of opinions about American politics, which she expressed in excellent English, as well as a funny story about visiting the Jim Beam distillery in Clermont, Kentucky and being shocked that it was in a dry town. We chuckled and told her that Jack Daniel’s distillery in Lynchburg, Tennessee is also in a dry town, and that folks who live there have to bring in their booze from a neighboring town that doesn’t ban alcohol.
When we told our new acquaintance we used to live in Swabia, she had a good laugh about the dialect, which even a lot of Germans don’t understand, and the stereotypes about people from Stuttgart. She said they are very good at business, since they’re very detail oriented and hate to spend money. I suppose I can agree with that, although I don’t know that being that way always leads to good business sense. Sometimes, both of those qualities are alienating and can get in the way of business. The trick is knowing when to be that way and when to lighten up and go with the flow. Sometimes a person can be “penny wise and pound foolish”.
Sammy, the dog, was incredibly adorable. His owner told us that he doesn’t like little kids and she worries that he’ll bite them. I noticed Sammy started barking whenever kids ran past him, but he was utterly charmed by the two fluffy furball puppies another family brought. I wish I had Arran with me, but he’s at the Hundepension Birkenhof today, because Bill and I have to go to Landstuhl and spend the night. Bill is having routine tests done at the hospital and I am the designated driver, because he will be under the influence of sedatives. God help us. At least we have a Volvo!
We headed back to the house when it became clear that my kidneys are in good working order. I suppose we could have gone back to the festivities and hung around for the appearance of Santa… Maybe if we’re still here next year, we’ll do that, if it’s not too cold. Last night’s weather was chilly, but not too unpleasant, but you never know in Germany. A few years ago, we had snow on December 1st. But then, that was down in Stuttgart, where things can be chillier in more ways than one!
Yesterday, Bill and I met up with one of Bill’s co-workers and the three of us went to the annual Breitenholzer Weinfest. We would not have known about the wine festival had Bill’s co-worker, Travis, not stumbled across it last year with his wife. Travis told Bill about how a winemaking family in Breitenholz was serving and selling their wine during their yearly Weinfest, which happens the last weekend of every August.
Breitenholz is located in Ammerbuch, a county just south of Herrenberg. Bill and I lived in Ammerbuch the first time we lived in this area, from 2007 until 2009. It holds a special place in our hearts, since that was where we first experienced life in Baden-Württemberg together. Bill lived in Bavaria in the late 1980s, well before he knew me, and I had visited the Rhein and Bavaria before we met. But BW was a new place for both of us during our first tour here. We lived about two villages south of Breitenholz when we were here the first time, in a town called Pfäffingen.
Ammerbuch is so beautiful! It’s always nice to visit our old stomping grounds.
Travis had asked Bill if we’d like to accompany him to the wine tasting, since his wife is out of town this weekend. Bill said yes, although there was a period yesterday during which we wondered if the weather was going to hold for us. If you live in the Stuttgart area, you may have noticed that the weather suddenly got rainy and chilly yesterday. I also wasn’t feeling very well. Fortunately, wine was a good cure for what ailed me and the weather didn’t turn out to be so bad. We stayed several hours at the fest, enjoying conversation, locally produced wines, light food, and fellowship with wine loving Germans.
Below are some pictures from yesterday’s fun, which continues today, starting at 10:00am.
First thing’s first. At an event like a Weinfest, proper facilities are a must.
We arrived just before things got into full swing. You can either go up to the counter and self serve, or wait for one of the young women to wait on you. Most of the people working yesterday spoke excellent English, but were very willing to let Bill and Travis practice their German.
A small “wine trail”, where one can see the process of making these local wines.
The price list. There were four wines offered yesterday, all of which I managed to try. They also had snacks and sandwiches.
Smoking is also allowed.
An inviting road into the orchards.
Travis talked Bill into trying “Schmalzbrot”, which is basically bread smeared with bacon grease and topped with dried onions. I tasted it myself and enjoyed it, although it’s not the kind of thing my stomach can take too often.
The men chat while I busied myself with vino and people watching. A family with two adorable little kids was sitting next to me. I was amazed by their boy, maybe aged three, who was climbing up and down the tentpole like a little monkey. He had very impressive upper body strength!
This is a fest for friends. We saw lots of people gathering, enjoying the food, wine, and fellowship with their neighbors. It was really kind of cool to be a part of it.
As we were leaving, Bill and Travis decided to buy some wines.
Lots of people were enjoying the fest yesterday, despite the showers and clouds in the sky. There are more tables behind the tents, too.
And there’s something for the kids to do while the adults enjoy the wines or non alcoholic beverages, like coffee and Apfelschorle.
We were blessed with beautiful skies as the sun was starting to set.
The guys and their haul.
There’s plenty of free parking. You just have to walk up a slight hill to find the festival.
Germany is so pretty.
As I mentioned before, the fest continues today, starting at 10:00am. If you are in the area and inclined to try some rustic German wines, I highly recommend visiting.
Yesterday was my birthday. As is our custom on my birthday, Bill and I went out to eat. Originally, we planned to dine in Stuttgart because I had to go to the dental lab. I’m in the process of getting a dental implant and we’re now in the end stages. We went to the dental lab so they could determine what color the new tooth should be and get photos of my mouth. I thought maybe when we were done, we could find a place in Stuttgart to celebrate birthday #44.
I took a photo of the female form on display at the dental lab… I guess they don’t just do teeth there. 😉
Bill decided against the Stuttgart plan and booked us a table at Osteria da Gino in Nagold. I have written about this restaurant several times and continue to write about it because every time we go, we have a great experience. Gino is a wonderful host who is very friendly and engaging. He serves fantastic food. Bill knew he wouldn’t disappoint me on my birthday. Besides that, the restaurant is very close to where we live and getting to and from there lacks the logistical hassles that can come from dining in Stuttgart.
One of my favorite beers, Prairie Bomb! This is an American craft beer from Oklahoma that I ordered from Saveur Biere. I enjoyed this before we went to Nagold for dinner.
So off we went last night, arriving just in time for our 7:00pm reservation. We were warmly greeted by Gino, who was sporting a conspicuous bandage on his right hand and thumb. He somehow managed to cut it. I was relieved to see that he still had all his digits! Last night, Gino was offering seating inside and outside. It was the first time we’d ever been to his restaurant and had a choice of venues. We ate inside because it looked like it was going to rain. He and his wife showed us to our table, a six top that we knew we’d end up sharing.
A blurry obligatory shot of Bill. I must have taken this in a hurry!
The concept of table sharing at a restaurant can be strange for Americans. We’re used to having our own space. Here in Europe, where space can be a premium, it can be awkward to share a table with strangers. Fortunately, last night, we were seated with people who ended up making my birthday more special and memorable.
A few minutes after we sat down, another couple were seated at our table. I was confused at first, since they started speaking German with Gino, then switched to French. Then, once they realized we were Americans, they spoke English. It turned out the husband was French and the wife was German and hails from the Black Forest. She and her husband had come from Paris to visit her family and were staying in Nagold. Last night was their first visit to Gino’s after having found it favorably reviewed on Trip Advisor. I think after last night’s meal, they’ll be back.
After bringing us a round of prosecco, Gino brought out the usual antipasti, which immediately impressed our new friends from France. We got to talking after Gino scolded me for not knowing any languages except English. I corrected him by telling him I speak Armenian (which isn’t so useful outside of the country or areas where Armenians are concentrated). I also speak some Spanish, though lately when I try to speak it, it comes out Armenian. It turned out the male half of the couple dining with us had been to Armenia and we were talking about how well the French and Armenians get along. That segued into an evening of stimulating conversation!
Huge antipasti… Grilled vegetables, cheese, salami, orange and fennel salad, olives… and bread, of course!
I had to take a special photo of the tuna carpaccio… This stuff is absolutely sinful.
We explained to the other couple that we’d been to Gino’s restaurant several times. He’s never once brought us a menu, although I have seen one posted on the wall outside and in the dining room itself. We are always content to let Gino bring us whatever’s available. Although you can order as many or few courses as you want, we always end up eating four courses when we visit Gino because it’s that good! Don’t go there looking for pizza. Gino doesn’t make pizza, but he does have a small deli where you can purchase food to go or a bottle of wine.
Bill enjoyed truffles and angel hair pasta… He loved it, though I lead a truffle free lifestyle.
I had spaghetti. This was delicious! The sauce was so fresh and perfectly seasoned that it almost defies description.
This is the second time Bill and I have gone to Gino’s and wound up making new friends. Because his indoor dining room has limited seating, it’s very common to have to share a table if you’re dining inside. The last time we were there, we ended up dining with fellow Americans who had read my blog and decided to try Gino’s hospitality. Last night, Gino had many French people in attendance. Another large group of French speakers joined us about an hour after we sat down. Gino handled it all with his usual aplomb. I really don’t know if he speaks French, but he was charming everyone equally. In fact, because he was so friendly and charming, there was a very long pause between the pasta course and the second course.
Our new friends skipped the pasta. I enjoyed watching them enjoy the second course. He had osso bucco and she had the fish, John Dory filet. It was really fun to see them reacting the same way our American friends Sarah and Mike did when they ate with us at Gino’s back in December. It was a good thing that we were getting along so well with the other couple at our table. The conversation made waiting for the main course a lot more enjoyable. We talked about everything from travel in Africa to American politics. Amazing, considering we had only known each other a couple of hours!
Bill and I both had the fish last night, served with very fresh white asparagus and a shrimp.
It was getting close to 11:00pm when Bill and I finally shared dessert…
A panoply of Italian sweets! Strawberries, panna cotta, chocolate cake, and ice cream! The total damage for four courses for two was about 179 euros. Gino will take credit cards, though we paid in cash.
It was finally time to call it a night and we exchanged cards with our newfound friends. If we ever make it to Versailles, they have promised to show us the sights! I love living in Europe. You never know what will happen or who you’ll meet. That being said, I have a tendency to get carried away sometimes. I hope our new friends didn’t think I was too much of a chatterbox!
On Thursday of this week, Bill and I will venture to Talblick, a hotel and restaurant in Wildberg. We have been trying to get reservations at their gourmet restaurant for months, so I am excited to finally get to try it out. Stay tuned for a review!
Last night Bill and I went to Tommi’s Bistro for their monthly live jam. We hadn’t been planning to go until we visited them last Friday and caught the concert they hosted. Our favorite waitress, Dani, was there and encouraged us to come see her last night. We made a late reservation and showed up at about 7:00pm, once again crashing a table with a couple of Germans. They turned out to be colleagues. One of them brought a bass guitar with him.
As we were getting acquainted, more people showed up. Last night’s jam session was very well attended. By 8:00, the place was packed. I had my usual steak, though they brought me a bigger one than I ordered. It was delicious, though it took effort to finish it. Bill had one of their humongous salads with bits of steak in it. The uniform jacket he’s been trying to fit into now fits again, but he’s trying to maintain it until our Scottish cruise is over.
Bill’s huge steak salad. It was very good, though one of our German companions made a sarcastic crack about how “healthy” it was.
The usual band leader, Vitek Spacek, was there, as well as his usual bandmates. They got things started with a couple of tunes, then invited a band called Bullshit to the stage. They played four numbers I didn’t necessarily recognize. They reminded me a bit of AC/DC and were pretty impressive. I liked them just for their name!
The band starts to warm up.
Bullshit takes the stage.
This guy did a fine rendition of “Dust In The Wind”.
The guy playing bass guitar was sitting with us last night. He was pretty good!
I caught a very short clip of their performance… Next time, I’ll get more.
Despite Bill’s exhaustion, we stayed until the bitter end. I even took the stage myself! I sang “Summertime”, a song I used to sing all the time, but quit doing because the words are forever burned on my brain. I was reminded to do it again the other day when a former colleague from my days as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia reminded me that I used to sing “Summertime” a lot back then. Since so many of us are sick of German winter weather, I figured I’d do a “rain dance”. It went off without a hitch! We have sun this morning, so maybe it worked and we’ll be done with the snow until next year. Edited to add… I wrote too soon. The clouds are back!
This isn’t “Summertime”, but it’s kind of the sound we went for last night.
On March 19th, Tommi’s is hosting a Scottish folk band called Tweed. If we weren’t going to be in Scotland that day, we would definitely be attending. All of the music we’ve heard at Tommi’s has been pretty good and I’m sure Tweed will put on a great show!
Last night, Bill and I visited some new local friends who were having a cookout. There was much fun and merriment going on… people were mingling and getting to know each other. The socializing was lubricated somewhat with alcoholic beverages.
One gentleman in attendance last night is Irish and clearly enjoys creating and making mixed alcoholic drinks. He created one beverage, which he named after himself. I was sitting outside drinking a beer when a new friend offered me a taste. Somehow, I misunderstood the name of the drink. What she’d called it didn’t sound very appetizing to me, so I passed on trying the cocktail.
My friend persisted in her encouragement. Again, I demurred, owing to the name of the drink, which just sounded very unpleasant to me.
She tried again and I said, “Why would I want to drink something called The Bulimic Elf?!”
That made everyone bust out laughing because that was definitely not what the drink was called… I wonder what a graphic representation of a bulimic elf would be… Something like this?
Does this make you want to drink?
Or how about this?
I have an ex boyfriend from my high school years who often told me I reminded him of an elf. He’s an artist and used to draw depictions of me with elfin features. If a cocktail existed that made me puke rainbows, maybe I’d be persuaded to drink it. On the other hand, I could probably be persuaded even if no puking is involved. I do take note of the names of things, though.
We all had a great time last night. I’m always glad when I can hang out with friends offline. I’m not sure what we’ll do today. Unfortunately, I’m not really feeling like a long hike uphill. I may just stay in and watch pornographic vomiting elves on YouTube.