And so it goes
Last night, Dust invited me to an ambient electro gig at a squat in Mitte. I had kind of resolved to just go straight home, but then got persuaded to go and have a drink with my work friends, Cal, Olive [the woman who invited me to go to a woman-only massage parlour but who then never called and I think might have a boyfriend but who I still can't figure out and who is now warm and kind to me], Reed, Smirk and Stroke. We sat out on he pavement in the warm summer smell and drank beer and cracked dev jokes. Stroke, who is extremely good looking, further revealed his vulnerable side with an admission that he is always telling bad jokes, and his girlfriend calls him grandpa because of his poor memory.
My boss texted me to arrange a time for meeting for brunch and I said that if he comes to pick me up, he could help me choose an outfit for the day. He agreed.
It started raining and we dashed inside and had a very cosy and funny talk about trans-continental humour, the role of electronic devices in separating or connecting us, our positions as devs who make the world for so many people. We laughed and laughed and I realised I was spending yet another evening being happy.
We went to see another colleague’s gig and it went on a bit long and the mood dissipated, so I came home. On the U-Bahn, I read a lovely email from Cat about how we are both going on dates ON THE SAME DAY. I replied and said so that means we are going on a transnational double date.