Wild Wild West
Took the bus to Turkheim instead of biking through the dark like an idiot. Lost three-fifty euros, but Irina picked me up at the other end so it felt fair. We watched some rerun at her place—or maybe it was the series starting over, hard to tell—and when Daja got there we switched to Wild Wild West. Will Smith in a steampunk Western, which is exactly as strange as it sounds. Not a masterpiece, but that’s not the point when you’re hanging out with people.
Ana showed up later still recovering from Bonn, made herself some weird cinnamon milk with honey in the microwave, and we just talked in her kitchen. Then around nine Bia picked me up for my place to watch something on DVD, though we didn’t make it all the way through. The day had that wandering quality where nothing quite connects, but that’s fine. Afternoons like this are enough.