Oh, and about the weird headwear…

… I’m a leader in a local group of YMCA. We had a pirate-themed club night tonight.

The Old Town

Sheldon & Leonard

23. marts 2011 – The Old Town

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My mother came over for my birthday – and among other things, we went to The Old Town here in Aarhus. I had forgotten my digital camera at home, so I used my phone, which is only able to film a few seconds at a time. Furthermore, my phone was running low on power, so I wasn’t able to get as much footage as I’d like. But here’s the result!

Anti-frizz and anti-flu, anyone?

Recorded and published on Saturday, March 19th.

I still have the sniffles (and hair with frizzy tend-… Alright, extremely frizzy hair), but am planning to attend class tomorrow. It’s extremely good to be able to do a comeback in a week with only half the days of classes!

RE-BLOG: Please Excuse the Pointing Gentile (via Twist365)

I remember when I was in France once a year; it was a thing my theater school had – an annual tour down to the Festival OFF in Avignon. Having our base in another small town (Sommières), I was wandering through the streets on my own. I ended up by a bakery and felt like a croissant. I mean, how hard could it be to order a croissant in French? (at that point, I was already getting over the fact that they didn’t speak a word of English, let alone other languages than French.) So I did – and I did it politely (mais oui: “Un croissant, s’il vous plaît.” That simple. And my pronounciation ain’t half bad).

What I can’t remember is how many times I had to repeat myself. But I had to repeat myself – several times! The woman behind the counter just looked confused and and asked, “Quoi?”. Then I pointed to the pile of croissants, and she exclaimed: “Aaaah, un croissant!” Oui, madame! Merci!

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Please Excuse the Pointing Gentile The girl at my local bakery gave me a nasty attitude yesterday. I don't typically wander into bakeries, so when I do I expect them to be full of wonder and delight.  Pastries are happy.  Always.   In fact, when I began to daydream in the middle of the workday about the possibilities in store for me there, I pictured dancing jelly donuts, danishes, and beau … Read More

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