My last week in Vienna

I left off at Amber's last night in Vienna. I had found a beautiful restaurant and led her and the gang there for dinner that night. I didn't get a photo unfortunately, I wasn't feeling very camera happy that night. But, 1. we looked gooood and 2. the cafe was beautiful and delicious. It was an outdoor dealio, lanterns of all colors everywhere, grape vines, and the sweetest waiter ever. Lisa and I ordered Austrian seared Char and ended up getting an entire fish. Head, tail, you name it, well no innards of course. I actually cut into the whole thing and ate it, it was delicious. We had a delightful time and Amber was happy, around midnight we stumbled home and had a beer at the good ole Red Carpet Hostel Bar. Amber left early the next morning and we all started our next week of workshops.

I had Forsythe Rep with the amazing Antony Rizzi, we learned the solo from "Vile Parody of Address" I had learned as a Mentor nine years ago, and Contemporary with Ori Flomin. I just have to say, I loved my classes, I knew I would like the Forsythe because I had done it before, but I took a chance with Ori, and wow what a teacher. He was actually invested in the class and wasn't just there to make the cash. That was the complaint about some other teachers at the workshops. It seems I really lucked out!

The week seemed to fly by, on Tuesday, Barbie and I met these people at the Hostel bar, three of which were really sweet and interesting and three were absolutely insane! There was this Swedish couple who apparently travel around and at their various Hostels they pretend "they're both from another Country, two strangers who don't know each other, whom eventually hook up", it was bizarre. They both pretended they were from the States because Barb and I were sitting with Americans. The girl comes up first and puts on a horrible Southern accent and says she's from Georgia, and then later on this man comes up with an equally bad accent and says he's from South Carolina. I can't seem to do it justice here on the internet but they were actually crazy. Barb and I were just sitting there with our jaws on the floor wondering if these two strangers had forgotten to pack their meds...

Wednesday we ended up going out with the three cool people from Tuesday night, Carlos the Nurse from Australia and Chris and Maggie from San Fransisco. Mimmo our bartender from the Hostel recommended this club called Chelsea, what a sweet place! It's built into one of the old brick bridges of the U-Bahn, so the interior is actually the underside of the bridge, they played such awesome music and we just danced all night like idiots. Mimmo joined us eventually and then we stumbled home at about four in the morning. Having to listen to an insecure drunken nurse Carlos talk about how he didn't get any chicks and how back in Australia he's a god, and his dad is the shit, looks 35 but is actually 58... Blah Blah Blah. Thursday, We went back to the amusement park and deduced that Austrian's are just fuckin' weird. Friday, we went out for dinner at this awesome Italian place after Barbie got hit on by a Doctor... (long story) and then back to the Chelsea which was packed. I had a great time just laughing it up with Josh, Lisa and Barbie. Such wonderful people they are. Mimmo stopped by and Josh and Lisa grabbed a cab home. Then Barbie and I had tea with our new friend, he has the biggest most beautiful apartment, it's only 400 Euros, but it is unfortunately shared with six or seven other people... Around five, Barbie and I stumbled home in the wind and rain, giggling like silly school girls.

I caught the train to Prague today and so far, all I can say is I am confused by the money, I accidentally had a shower in the Mens shower room, I was forced to buy runners as I'm sick of hoping it won't rain because all I have with me here are sandals, and I need an extension cord to work the hot plate. The extension cord is MIA of course.