I guess I will never learn … After dinner last night I took a little nap, waking around eleven P.M., and as I stretched my limbs I thought, “Come on, Martin, it’s Saturday night. Get out and do something.”
Of course, I ended up at Tom’s Bar, which was filled to capacity, both the bar and the cellar, and I didn’t leave the place until four A.M., after spending a great deal of time with an Asian lad, then a passionate young man from Denmark named Diderik. By the time I got home it was five A.M. and the sun was coming up. I was starving, so I raided the fridge and drank half a bottle of German white wine before going to bed.
I slept until noon today (I know, I am worthless.) and I am due to meet friends in Kreuzberg at 3:30 P.M., for beers and afternoon snacks. My day is already consumed, yet I haven’t accomplished a thing.
Oh, the wages of Tom’s Bar …
It’s a warm day here in Berlin, not a cloud in the sky. Because it is Sunday, my neighborhood is as quiet as an empty church. A steady breeze is blowing and my flower boxes on the balcony look especially colorful in today’s bright sunshine.
Have a nice Sunday, everyone.