My fiancée and I spent the weekend in Berlin. Actually, we’re still around till tomorrow evening, in case anyone is free. The reason I say this is — we didn’t really warn anyone. Not that we’re absolute egotistical idiots who assume people will come meet with them at the last minute whenever they are anywhere — maybe, one day, when I start the next Facebook; or Twitter; or even Snapchat: let’s try and stay modest — but, rather, we’re oblivious idiots who forgot to tell anyone.
To be fair, we sort of decided on the trip at the last minute: my fiancée had a day off at work — because they were moving offices: the best reason I ever heard for a day off — and I can sort of “work” from anywhere (I should probably stop using quotation marks whenever I talk about work, or else people will keep assuming I do nothing; and that is not entirely true — anymore). So we dropped by Berlin for a few days, first time this year and first time in almost 5 months. In other words, an absolute eternity.
Friday at noon, as we were waiting for our — far too big — dishes to be served in a Tibetan—Nepalese restaurant just down from our — far too big — Airbnb, we started discussing what we would actually be doing for the rest of our stay.
Me: I guess we should see a few people while we’re here…
Fiancée: Sure… Do they know we’re here, though?
Me: Did you warn them?
Fiancée: Well, we’re meeting one friend tonight…
Me: That’s true… On the other hand, he’s one of our — future — wedding DJ’s, so that’s a somewhat easy get… [Note: all our — future — wedding DJ’s are friends, because we’re cheap and/or because we think it’s much more fun than hiring DJ EDM over here]
Fiancée: Agreed… So who else are we meeting, then?
Me: Well, if you didn’t tell anyone… no one.
Fiancée: OK. I think we should start texting now.
Incredibly, we managed to meet with two other friends. Either I did start the next Snapchat without even noticing, or a couple of our Berlin were really bored this weekend. I’d go for the latter.