Bad Worishofen Has No Parking

Bad Worishofen apparently has no parking. We were supposed to meet at Chaplin II and ended up driving around for twenty minutes looking for a spot. The bar itself is fine, nothing wrong with it, but there’s some kind of event happening inside—loud, chaotic, feels like a small bombardment. Not the vibe you want when you’re just trying to grab a drink with friends, so we give up.

Drive out to McDonald’s in Mindelheim instead, which is totally stupid but somehow made sense in the moment. I think I see my ex in there—pretty sure it was actually her—but I didn’t really want to know for certain. One less interaction to deal with.

Better moment came later at Mille when Friday Night News was on. I just completely lost it, couldn’t stop laughing, couldn’t breathe. Nothing was even particularly funny, but that’s just how it goes sometimes.

My girlfriend’s coming back from England soon and I’ve been kind of a mess about making time to actually see her. So I’m just going to say it: I love you, Rebecca. Sorry for being difficult about this.