Well, your beloved 1/2 cat 1/2 guy is signing off from Iceland. It's been a pretty wild week: lava caves, snorkeling in the rift between Europe and America, eating awkwardly alone, drinking awkwardly alone, and pretty much just doing everything awkwardly. I started tonight off on a brewery tour. I met some Americans, so I went out to dinner with them, because solidarity is better than not. Things are looking up: a LOT of girls in this place (cafe oliver), and I'm already buzzed from the brewery. I talk to a couple of the girls at a table next to us, who are seemingly in a bachelorette party. Nope. Some sort of princess/super hero/terrorist/80s theme night out. Anyway, this one girl seems to be digging the cat. Turns out her name is (of course) Bjork. Well, Bjork and I talk for a good while, and the cat is feeling alright about this. Well, her friends take a picture of her and the cat, and she remarks, "don't put that on facebook!" Why you ask? Oh, because she has a boyfriend, and yes, two children. Alright. Moving on. A couple of the girls we were with leave, and it ends up being me and this dude Naveen. We end up at this one bar, but he leaves to check on his wife. So, again, just the cat. Needless to say, all girls in a different country hate cats, and all girls in the country you're from hate cats. Go figure. All in all, kick ass time in Iceland. Flight tomorrow, so the cat is signing off.
- CM
MORNING ADDENDUM:
Rough morn. As Vic would say, "ah naaaaahhhhhh" (except he does this for the first 3 minutes of any phone call you have with him). All packed, ready to make the trip. First stop: tavern. Not even gonna drop my bags off.
glad to hear you had a good time, and that all that bankruptcy hasn't interfered with the flow of beer. the girls and i miss you and want to see you again in NYC where there are lots of ladies who would be lucky to get their paws on the catman.
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