I'm a jelly donut, too

I suppose Ulli's not having been to Copenhagen is a bit like an American who has never been to New York, Washington DC, Boston, or Los Angeles, in which case I am an offender on all counts. Wish I could say that I was going to Berlin, but Florida is the limit to my dreams and aspirations. I'm still happily on the lash here at Uni with nothing to do. Going to the pub to watch the Cubs play tonight. Hopefully the result will be better than their campaign to this point. Absolutely miserable. Our middle infield is totally on injured reserve. A bit like if Lampard and Makelele were to both go down, but with a lot less quality backup than Maurinho has at his disposal. Been a while since I've heard from Adam. Perhaps he's buried beneath the weight of those hefty British tomes. Hope all is well with everyone else.

Cheers,
Tim

Ich Bin Ein Berliner

On Friday I handed in my Bachelor Thesis for a final review. That was nice. I had finished my exams on the Monday before so all I have to do now is wait until my teacher gives it back to me with corrections which I'll make, hand it in and voila school's over. The future is although as uncertain as ever.

As a short holiday six guys are going to Berlin to compete as the schools team in Europe Private School Cup. I don't really know the other schools who'll be there but Esade is one of'em which is nice because I haven't spoken that much Spanish recently. It's really nice to be going to Berlin but another good thing is that I'll visit Copenhagen for the first time. I've been going around telling people that and they look at me like I'm strange (who wants to make the obvious joke). The thing is that an Icelander that hasn't gone to Copen is like English that hasn't been to London.

So for the next few months I'll be working and working on improving my drinking culture so there isn't much to say. But if Vegard or Tim want a nasty hussle story just make a request (please don't).

Later,
Úlli

Just another Manic Monday

So I thinks to meself, what shall I do on this fine Monday morning? Well, save the blog of course. It seems that we have had another fall-off in recent days, so I'll try to spice it up a bit. Nothing much to tell about work other than what you've already heard. I worked long hours as a tax accountant, and the details would kill this blog rather than resurrect it. Although one interesting tidbit---I did get to personally deliver Oprah's tax payment to the US Treasury building in Chicago.

Tax season ended on April 15th (D-day, and for those of you who live in the US, if you didn't know that, you're fu**ed). We went out the night of the 15th for a royal piss-up, first to play Whirlyball, then to karaoke at this Caribbean-themed bar. There's nothing quite like getting shitcanned with your fellow workers and then charging it all to the client of your choice. One of the managers in the international tax group is Scottish and his wife's English, so they were down for a good piss-up, and the doorman was Scottish, too, so all was going well until I started cheering for Celtic---you guessed it: Rangers fans. We managed to salvage the evening and I'm hoping Ken (the Scottish manager) was too drunk to remember. Woe to me if he was not. The crowd went nuts when they played the first few riffs of the Proclaimers only famous song (800 kilometers, or something like that), but the atmosphere turned deadly when the DJ cut it a few lines in. You can talk Celtic-Rangers all night, but don't cut the Proclaimers or the Scots'll have your head.

I eventually stumbled my way out of the bar, got into a cab with a Nigerian cabby who decided that it's okay to drive against traffic on one-way streets, telling us he did it all the time. I barely made it home without Ralphing all over his cab, but I held it in lest he go Mufasa on my ass.

Saturday night I ventured back down to Champaign and the college life, where it was Mom's Weekend. This amounts to all the moms trying to re-live their college days by getting royally smashed and dancing like hooches at the bars. My mom does NOT party (nor drink, nor smile, nor relax, etc.), so she did not come down, but we had a luau at my place with plenty of other moms in attendance. There's nothing like moms doing jello shots. Hopefully I'll have the pics up sooner rather than later.

So, I hope all is well in New York/London/Warwick/Bergen/N'awlins/Reykjavik, and wherever else this blog might reach.

Take care,
Timmy