kirktastic

My feet are frozen. Our driver parked about a meter from the curb. There was a nice 10cm puddle I stepped in. The Cole Haan loafers. Traffic sucked getting there and back. Traffic always sucks in this town. But I’ve never seen so many high-end cars in my life outside of anomolies like Beverly Hills.

So now the shoes are outside waiting for shining and my feet are ensconsed in the little shoes the match my bathrobe.

So now I’m in Russia watching an American TV show dubbed into German. The King of Queens. I’ve only seen the show in a foreign language. When I saw it in Mexico at least I could get a jist of the story line. In German, no fucking clue. I just finished my $40 hamburger that I washed down with my $9 coke. But at least I didn’t go to sbarro. My coworker wanted to go to McDonalds. But I was more interested in warming my feets and lounging in the room with more living space than my apartment at home.

I’ve found myself saying danke shoen to people here. I’m usually one country late with my language skills. I will probably tell the people at the Frankfurt airport on the way home I’ll be dropping spasiba to the Germans.

Tomorrow I have a 6 hour tour of the city the local office set up. This should be interesting except it will be -10c outside. I also get to hang out with coworkers, that like fish and houseguest get old after a few days.

Saturday, I have a 7am flight home. We have to leave for the airport at 4am. If it was any later we’d have to leave at 2am. Since we’re leaving a day early, I have a 5 hour layover in Dallas. For an hour long flight. I’m thinking about renting a car since it is about a three hour drive. When you’re 300km from home, waiting five hours sounds like suck. Of course, I’ll be working on no sleep and it isn’t usually a good idea to operate a car on no sleep.