Thorsten lived in Montana!

Today was the Superbowl. Pittsburgh vs. Seattle. Pitt won. I don't care. The event, though, allowed me to make my 2nd visit to Mark's fascinating apt on 37th, where he had quite a lovely affair. Only my 2nd Superbowl party ever, I think. I arrived right at kickoff at 6:25pm and left with Kate shortly after 9:30pm. Four beers and tons of food. And lots of Thorsten...and his English-challenged blond friend. I so immensely enjoyed probing Thorsten on his life back in Germany...learning about his family and the style of home he grew up in. And I was amazed to learn he spent 6 months in Bozeman, MT. I probably knew this, but forgot. Again, the Germans inspire! I YEARN to travel across the country solo, taking pics, soaking in local culture. Sigh. I'll see Thorsten again before he goes back to Germany. Roland flew back today. Chris drove him to the airport, where young Roland was said to be sad. Awwww. So it was a nice night. But i'm glad the string of social gatherings of the past 2 weeks is over. I need to focus on ME, dammit. I wound up taking a sponge and cleaning spray to the kitchen cabinets after midnight, continuing my major cleaning frenzy. I again could have clubbed Doug, who felt the need to recite scenes from tonight's SOPRANOS repeat to me as I stood on a chair, breaking a sweat, furiously scrubbing away YEARS of grime. I imagined kicking him in the face, silencing him in one shot. This made me scrub faster. Stupid four-eyed fuck. Did I mention my cabinets are white, thus dirtied with alarming ease? And, yes, I realize I'm a four-eyed fuck, too. Oh, and I got a disposable camera for $3.49 today in Shoprite...a new record in terms of a bargain, 800-speed camera. I felt for sure there had to be a catch. Like, maybe I had to assemble the thing. But, no! Though you DO need to hold the flash button as you take the picture, which taxes me. But anyway...it's 3am. Two social gatherings, cleaning the apt, and an overload of Germans...THAT'S a good weekend!