I went to the bar twice this weekend. Shame on me, huh?! I don't know. The second time I did not really want to go, because friday night turned out pretty well on the bartender front and I kind of wanted to keep that impression rather than having another blown in the face just a day later. Well it wasn't a real blow, it was just - imperfect. Aloof. The way it usually is after we had a "good" time before. It is annoying and pitiful. I am pitiful. I could go on swearing that I won't do it again - geez, I've probably written this exact entry before. It sure sounds like it. I live but I do not learn.
I also went to the museum this weekend, with Yvonne, Marc and Johanna. Temporary art in Duisburg, which is where Yvonne lives now. We saw these huge paintings by Anselm Kiefer and I was pretty impressed. It is the hardest thing for me to keep me from touching exhibits! Always. I always want to know how thigs feel to the touch. Marc actually did touch one of the things without being caught, and after that I did not want to try our luck. I'm gonna mail Sven about it, not only should he be interested in art and museums, he will understand my urge to touch things better than anyone. We are very much alike in the respect. I kind of miss him..
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