No Parking in Bad Wörishofen

Bad Wörishofen is not built for cars. We established that conclusively while circling the town before meeting at Chaplin II, which was fine—pleasant enough, nothing extraordinary—except for the Bombardement rounds, which briefly sent us somewhere far away in our heads. The McDonald’s in Mindelheim afterward was honestly better. I think I spotted my ex there. Not certain enough to say for sure.

The evening ended at Mille’s with the Friday night news on and all of us losing it laughing until there was no air left in the room. Rebecca gets back from England today. We probably won’t see each other as soon as I was hoping. I love you. Please don’t be angry at me.