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04/03/2005 Entry: "Now I've seen it all"

I spent a few hours with Ron and some other superfriends hanging out with a good buddy who just got back from the hospital. He or she had to have an operation to have one of his or her testicles removed after the doctors found a malignant tumor attached to it.

We met on the banks of the Elbe, just across from Kurt's Slaughterhouse. It was a beautiful balmy day. We had a blanket and some cheap plastic chairs, a boombox, a guitar, a bottle of red wine and some plastic cups.

Terence was there, although not feeling well. The party in the background had about three or five dogs. One of them, the timid bulldoggish Lila, found it much more interesting to hang out with us. And we drank some wine and rattled of the sixstring to the enjoyment of many a passerby. Then we all pulled up our trouser legs and pulled down our pants and compared scars. I had that big one on my leg where the moray eel bit me, and Ron had his Z-shaped leg where his Orange County mom ran over him, and Rob showed us a big ole bandage. Terence sneezed and got snot all over his sleeve.

As chilly afternoon winds whipped up we retreated back to Rob's pad to wake up his roomate, the pretty Annet, who was having an afterwork Sunday snooze.

She helped us clean the mud off the feet of the chairs, while Rob heated up some cream-of-broccoli soup and baked some frozen pizzas.

Ron had brought a few games along, first a bingo game he bought for thirty cents at a swap meet in Cali. While the pizzas were baking, Ron and I punched out the pieces and inserted tabs into slots. We all had a rousing round of bingo, where Annet, Rob, and I all had bingo at the very same time. Since we couldn't all be the winner, we declared Ron the loser. Ron lashed out at me because I was playing with two bingo cards, calling me a "scrap". This was an insult that he had just made up on the spot but was nevertheless very fitting and I will cherish for the rest of my days.

Then we played another funny game that Ron bought from the Mexicans at the swap meet for fifty cents, called "Mad Gabs".

It's simply a box of cards whereupon are nonsense phrases corresponding to the rough phonetical equivalent of a familiar phrase. Like the picture above. What phrase can you read here? Put your mouse pointer over the pic to see the answer.

This was a rabble raising uproarious good time. While Ron tried this game in lessons--with disastrous results--we had a large time and laughed like a bunch of nuns on lsd trying to decipher these weird broken secret messages.

Here is a short video of me trying to figure out a nonsence phrase. Rob gave me the clue that it was the opposite of a hook in a song that I sing. That song was BTO's "you ain't seen nothing yet".

There was something catchy about speaking these jerky phrases that have no meaning to the speaker but are quite obvious to anyone listening. I foresee this becoming a running gag in our goofy little expat prattle.

Anyhoo, afterward we played some MAME, made fun of Juergen's skinny legs and watched a crappy southpark episode about Wing. Then it was almost midnight.

Ron and I wobbled on back to the Neustadt, annoyed Gero working at Spätschicht, and parted ways after deciding to get together on Wednesday to work on a few songs.

Twas a lovely early spring day full of good times.