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Nov. 22nd, 2004 12:47 amWell, this Halloween was certainly interesting. I think everyone's costumes were absolutely splendid. Perhaps the most ambitious was Dolores, who showed up as...Danny. And Frankie kept the Greek tradition alive by not wearing anything under her shift.
However, not everything was fun and games. Fraulein Kost was not in the best of spirits. Ophilia told me that something drastic had happened between them. I felt it was not my business to inquire any further, and I was sure that Kost was not about to tell me anything deeper regarding the situation. Instead she wanted to drink, which, of course, she was free to do. But in all honesty, I did not want her to get drunk. She had gotten ahold of the rum and nearly finished it before I knew it. And after that, things simply went downhill from there.
I should have known better not to tease her. Then again, I didn't even realize I was teasing her. I just wanted to find a way to get her to listen to me so I could take her home. I'm still sore from both her physical and verbal affronts. In fact, I think the verbal hurt more than the physical. And I don't think she believed me when I apologized. She was too drunk.
Fortunately, the evening was salvaged by the appearance of Victor.
Ahh, Victor. It was difficult not to flirt with him. And what a surprise it was for me when the flirting seemed to actually go somewhere. It could have led to something else had I not been dead tired, but I must remember that he himself is only just getting back on his feet.
How did a biologist from Montana end up in a nightclub in Berlin? I have no earthly idea. But hopefully he will stay for a while. I suppose that tomorrow we shall see how he can fit into our nightly stage production.
Ophilia has been rather ill all evening, so she is staying in my room tonight. I discreetly changed out of my costume in front of her. Sometimes I think I should not have to be so discreet with her.
I am spending the night at Danny's apartment, since he has attached himself to Frankie. And I do believe that something special was happening tonight, and that Dolores is involved, what with her having dressed up as our New York Yank, and Frankie's penchant for pinstripes, and Danny's penchant for anything female.
I must say...Danny really is a bit of a slob.
And his mattress has a slight dip down the center. No comment about that.
I don't mind the persistent scent of marinara sauce wafting up the stairs, though.
However, not everything was fun and games. Fraulein Kost was not in the best of spirits. Ophilia told me that something drastic had happened between them. I felt it was not my business to inquire any further, and I was sure that Kost was not about to tell me anything deeper regarding the situation. Instead she wanted to drink, which, of course, she was free to do. But in all honesty, I did not want her to get drunk. She had gotten ahold of the rum and nearly finished it before I knew it. And after that, things simply went downhill from there.
I should have known better not to tease her. Then again, I didn't even realize I was teasing her. I just wanted to find a way to get her to listen to me so I could take her home. I'm still sore from both her physical and verbal affronts. In fact, I think the verbal hurt more than the physical. And I don't think she believed me when I apologized. She was too drunk.
Fortunately, the evening was salvaged by the appearance of Victor.
Ahh, Victor. It was difficult not to flirt with him. And what a surprise it was for me when the flirting seemed to actually go somewhere. It could have led to something else had I not been dead tired, but I must remember that he himself is only just getting back on his feet.
How did a biologist from Montana end up in a nightclub in Berlin? I have no earthly idea. But hopefully he will stay for a while. I suppose that tomorrow we shall see how he can fit into our nightly stage production.
Ophilia has been rather ill all evening, so she is staying in my room tonight. I discreetly changed out of my costume in front of her. Sometimes I think I should not have to be so discreet with her.
I am spending the night at Danny's apartment, since he has attached himself to Frankie. And I do believe that something special was happening tonight, and that Dolores is involved, what with her having dressed up as our New York Yank, and Frankie's penchant for pinstripes, and Danny's penchant for anything female.
I must say...Danny really is a bit of a slob.
And his mattress has a slight dip down the center. No comment about that.
I don't mind the persistent scent of marinara sauce wafting up the stairs, though.
