D’OH!nuts

Ok, so this city seems to be trying to keep me from seeing a movie here. The big theatre in town that screens movies in their original language is in Potsdammer Platz. On Sunday night they were screening the European Masters (soccer) final game and the place was packed and you had to wait in a long line just to get through security. Today, it appears that they’re showing the German premiere of Spiderman 2…complete with red carpet, security guards and a million waifish stumpfes holding the German equivilent of Teen Beat magazine hoping to get an autograph or maybe catch Tobey Maguire’s eye long enough to make him fall madly in love with them and leap over the railing at them.

Yeah, so I don’t think I’ll be making it there tonight. There are several other options in the city…but this is the theatre that’s discounted on Tuesday nights…the whole reason I waited until today to go (because I’m a cheap gal who wants to save a couple of euro).

So meantime, I’m back in the ever lovely Dunkin Donuts cum easyInternet just around the corner needing a little something that reminds me of home, a little chocolate glazed something in the shape of a doughnut…In front of me are three TAATs (Typical American Asshole Tourists) who are exceedingly rude to the girl working the counter, don’t have any clue what the hell they want despite the fact that the signs are all in English and then traipse upstairs and play with something and immediately break it. Every time I see people like that I want to smack the crap out of them or tear them a new one…but I don’t, because I don’t want people to think that I’m like them. Instead, I make a point not to speak English and be as polite as possible to the poor person who just had to put up with them. Why do stupid people gots to go out and make us all look bad. And people wonder why so many Americans put Canadian flags on their backpacks.

On a better note, I just spent everal hours in the Deutsches Film Museum. Lovely stuff there, including some awesome pictures and footage of the lovely Ms. Louise Brooks.

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