Of Snafu and Fubar
Friday night I went to Dabergotz to my friend Toli's house for a LAN party. For those of you who aren't computer nerds, that means we played a networked video game where you try to kill each other for more than 8 hours. Pizza was ordered and Köstritzer Schwarzbier was on-hand in profusion. Katja (obviously) wasn't interested in going and instead went out to dinner and then dancing with two girlfriends.
I hadn't planned on staying as long as I did, but Dabergotz is kinda far from Neuruppin and there aren't any busses running at 2a. I hung out until a friend, Christian, kindly drove me back to Alt Ruppin. It was about 4:30 in the morning by this time, but by the light of day it felt more like 7a. Katja, surprisingly, was also not home yet. And I had no key. And I had to go to the bathroom.
After circling the house once, I jimmied one of the doors to the sun room and got in, I'm still not sure how I did it as I was unable to reproduce the feat later in the day. I guess desperation a good cat burglar makes. At any rate K arrived home shortly thereafter and we both hit the sack for a few hours.
Later that day we packed up and took the train into Berlin. We were staying with Jessie that night because we had an early flight to Paris on Sunday.
We missed the flight. And I'll tell you why.
It would seem that even the German train system, usually so reliable, moreso than that of the French I've found, is not immune to delay and even cancellation. The train we were supposed to catch to make our flight wasn't running because of construction somewhere... construction that was not evident for a train with the same route and itinerary but 30 minutes later; alas... allowing us to get to the airport exactly nine minutes after our flight had closed.
Argh.
I hadn't planned on staying as long as I did, but Dabergotz is kinda far from Neuruppin and there aren't any busses running at 2a. I hung out until a friend, Christian, kindly drove me back to Alt Ruppin. It was about 4:30 in the morning by this time, but by the light of day it felt more like 7a. Katja, surprisingly, was also not home yet. And I had no key. And I had to go to the bathroom.
After circling the house once, I jimmied one of the doors to the sun room and got in, I'm still not sure how I did it as I was unable to reproduce the feat later in the day. I guess desperation a good cat burglar makes. At any rate K arrived home shortly thereafter and we both hit the sack for a few hours.
Later that day we packed up and took the train into Berlin. We were staying with Jessie that night because we had an early flight to Paris on Sunday.
We missed the flight. And I'll tell you why.
It would seem that even the German train system, usually so reliable, moreso than that of the French I've found, is not immune to delay and even cancellation. The train we were supposed to catch to make our flight wasn't running because of construction somewhere... construction that was not evident for a train with the same route and itinerary but 30 minutes later; alas... allowing us to get to the airport exactly nine minutes after our flight had closed.
Argh.
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