Day 2 in Vienna. Yesterday I was walking around town, people watching and eating my very missed poppyseed ice cream when I walked by the place where one of my favorite memories from last summer happened (which, until yesterday, I had buried in my subconscious). The memory: a young boy, covered in ice cream, swallowing a big bite to say "Das Leben ist schoen!!"
This is going to be a good year.
What up, Irene? (taken by Alex)
On our way to see Follies. By the way, I have a fancy new camera.
Hey cutie.
Waiting on Irene. Women are finicky...
Hurricane entertainment: Group readings of gay adventure stories
Yeah, we're cute... (picture by Julie)
Hey! We're in New York!
After braving the hurricane in New York and getting to spend the weekend mostly couped up in an apartment in Brooklyn with my favorite people, I flew to Vienna. And I've hit Vienna with full force, I guess. I've been nesting and getting settled, to make the apartment feel like home as quickly as possible, but I've also applied for my Austrian passport (!!!!!!!), gotten plenty of eierschwammerl (well, can you ever really get enough...?) and relived a bit of last summer by staying up all night with a friend, drinking wine. Not too shabby...
I'm kind of anxious to get involved in something... And I'm leaning towards dance classes... Want to help me choose what kind of class? Here are the options: Ballroom (I will be here for ball season!!!), lindy hop, funk, or swing. Usually you can find free swing classes in bars in these parts, so I'm leaning away from that.
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