So far I've been to three concerts in three weeks, which isn't bad, but only one of them has been really weird. I could have gone to one of two interesting ones last night, but instead I was seeing off my friend Chris, who managed to pack two years of stuff in the three hours between 2:30 and 5:30 am, and who had to do that in part because he had spent two hours going around town to three different stores buying 27 chocolate bars (most of them weighing in at a hefty 50 grams and costing at least 3 euros each), because he knew what stores had what brands cheapest (I just followed him around taking notes). At one of the stores he got a handful of free samples, because they know him, and in fact apparently if it hadn't been so hot that the hot chocolate station wasn't open, they would have started making his without his having to order one. Then we had a fantastic meal, went to a cafe specializing in hot chocolate, then to a bar called Scotch and Sofa where we met two other of his friends, then we all went back to his apartment to help pack and take some of his detritus (in my case, Goethe's Faust, Jelinek's Die Klavierspielerin, a German-Finnish dictionary, condoms for some reason, and a pair of scissors).
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condoms for some reason
To fuck the clowns, obvs.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | July 22, 2006 at 10:53 AM
Or possibly to fuck the chocolate.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 22, 2006 at 12:23 PM
Or to fuck the condoms.
Posted by: Immanuel Kant | July 22, 2006 at 01:29 PM
What about filling the condoms with chocolate?
Posted by: bitchphd | July 22, 2006 at 03:10 PM
I would think condoms would fall into that category of "things better to buy new than procure second-hand".
Posted by: Becks | July 22, 2006 at 03:41 PM
I didn't procure them, they were foisted on me.
I have now, though, been to four concerts, having seen these fellows play three sets last night.
Posted by: ben wolfson | July 23, 2006 at 05:01 AM
Note to self: when sleeping with Ben, make sure and ask if he's using new condoms or second-hand ones.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 23, 2006 at 08:53 AM
A little late for notes, don't you think?
Posted by: ben wolfson | July 23, 2006 at 11:37 AM
I seem to remember being told that you'd purchased new condoms only the night before. Naturally, I assumed that those would be the ones you would have been employing.
Obviously, I should have known better than to make inferences when dealing with the literal-minded. That'll teach me.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 23, 2006 at 12:00 PM
Yeah, those condoms were for people I care about.
Posted by: ben wolfson | July 23, 2006 at 12:02 PM
Oh, NOW you tell me. Well, whatever: I'm far more likely to be a disease-ridden skank than you are, anyway.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 23, 2006 at 12:03 PM
The story of my life.
Posted by: ben wolfson | July 23, 2006 at 12:05 PM
I shall have to read this later. However, briefly:
The more she rejects me, the more I want to be with her.
Why do you think I reject you?
And the more I want to be with her, the more intent she becomes that I stay away.
Not at all. I just have figured out your psyche. It breaks my heart to have to keep you at arm's length, but what must be, must be.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 23, 2006 at 12:08 PM
Okay, that's a depressing story.
Posted by: bitchphd | July 23, 2006 at 05:08 PM
That was an amazing story.
Posted by: Becks | July 23, 2006 at 09:26 PM