wir feiern die ganze Nacht

I don't know quite what it is about living in Europe that makes my life turn epically more bizarre than it ever seems to be in the US, but since Wednesday I've been dancing twice, been reintroduced to cheap Riesling, watched two guys in a club who were dressed as policemen (in suspenders and tight turtlenecks) whip the butt of their buddy (who was dressed as a cowboy), spent two days with my friend Katherine (who I had not seen in nearly two years, but it didn't feel that way at all), done some neighborhood research for my future apartment search, and fulfilled a years-old dream through buying a milk frother and a Bialetti.



My mom had no idea what a milk frother was! One of my roommates in Freiburg, a massive and hairy German/Iraqi guy who liked to walk around in tiny black boxer-briefs, owned a milk frother and would frequently offer the rest of us lattes, which made up for a whole lot in terms of mental scarring. I have wanted a milk frother for my own ever since.

For the next few weeks I'm living in a sort of long-term hotel which some of my coworkers who've stayed here called a dump. It is admittedly very . . . primary colored, as you can tell from the fact that my new red frying pan matches the kitchen wall. It has a minimally stocked kitchenette which necessitated me buying myself a frying pan. I am, however, not paying a thing for rent for the month of November, so the place would have to be pretty darned atrocious for me not to be pleased with the arrangement.

I have also, since I arrived, managed to work two full days. As has been said to me, I don't waste any time! I'm sharing an office, which new and different but I think will work out fine. And the view from my office window is pretty all right.



Also the fact that I have a window is excellent. I was advertised to the entire Frankfurt office as being here for two years, which was something of a shock since that wasn't exactly what I agreed to (I agreed to a year with the possibility of extending to two) but after the initial moment of "um what?" I've started to warm to the idea. We shall see!

I'm not entirely sure how I feel about Frankfurt itself yet -- the part of town I'm staying in right now is not exactly the cutest -- but I did a little bit of neighborhood shopping this afternoon and was deeply relieved to find that my area is sub-par. Other places are better!

The sun has been out for about ten minutes total since I've been here, but it's also been very reassuring to see that Frankfurt in general is better looking in sunlight.



As far as the local specialties go, I'm a huge fan of Frankfurter grüne Soße (the green sauce pictured below):



It might help that it's made with approximately a liter of sour cream. Do not care. It's delicious. And it's got lots of herbs in it! That's healthy, right? I thought so.

Work again in the morning! A couple of my coworkers accosted me on Friday evening and invited me along for something or other after work tomorrow night. It will either be this meet-up run by a French woman that basically sounds like speed dating for friendship, or something called ABBA EXPLOSION that is part of Swedish Week. I saw the beginning of Swedish Week (sponsored, of course, by IKEA) the other day in the center of town:



Because you totally cannot have any kind of Swedish Week without a) a pirate ship and b) IKEA's involvement.

Oh, Germany. It's good to be back.