| | what's in hamburg, germany?
i'm picturing lederhosen and white sausage.
actually i have no clue, but i'm about to find out friday. my company needs a warm body to sit in on a 5-hour due diligence meeting on synthetic commerical mortgage securitization (snore), so i drew the lucky straw. at least i get to fly business class over there and haughtily demand chopped fruit at inordinately late hours, while watching princess diaries 2 or whatever other inane movie is playing.
it should be a bit more interactive than the other times i've spent in the former Third Reich. those expeditions encapsulated:
- walking around munich at 6am on a weekday morning and making an unfortunate purchase of a tight gray shirt that i wore a total of 3 times. there's nothing less sexy that uber-modern german work clothing.
- swimming in a mineral water spa in stuttgart, accompanied by largish semi-naked slavic women in pools of increasing minerality that burn my rotund unmentionables. mmm... hot.
hopefully, this trip will be just as amusing.
on the bright side, i get to visit our prada-wearing friend in the UK. i will report back on the absurdity of his faux-british accent upon my return. |
| | Posted 8/5/2004 1:36 PM - 1 view - 2 comments
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