Cup of Joe

[From Friday September 30th - Somewhere over the Atlantic]

It was interesting being in Frankfurt even if I only spent 1 and 1 half hours in the airport. I would have liked finding some Henninger beer as I am personally interested in seeing if it sucks. Anyways, while in the Airport I noticed that I was actually able to understand a fair amount of German, not that I stopped and had a conversation with anyone...

Okay, the plan is get to NH without missing my flight this time [HA! Fuck you Newark Airport]. Get a large DD regular coffee and drive home. Jesus writing on paper takes a long time... this thing is barely ledgible.

So, my last night in Finland was fun in a sad sort of way. It seems that the frustrations that have been just under the surface all week boiled over. The Thursday meeting got out early and I went to downtown Helsinki with Lindsey and Julie. Yes, these were the only women at the meeting and they were also the only people even remotely near my age. I do not mind older people but I get sick of having reference explained to me... the only thing I have in common with many of them is work and travel so all conversations end up being about work and frequent flyer miles. We next met some people for dinner. I ended up having 'Dog Food'... sausage and bacon hash with a fried egg on top all served in a metal bowl. I was informed by Julie that her dog ate from a similar bowl.

The last stop of the night was the ice bar; a walk in freezer with a bar and tables made of ice... they only served tropical vodka drinks. Only two of us (Iwahara-san and myself) decided to go in: it was cold, it was stupid, it was fun. After being chilled we sat around complaining about other people, had a few more drinks and listened to show tunes. I think this was the sad part. Sitting around drinking and making fun of people who were not there. Think about it.

Z.Monkey