Dresden: I mean, I bought a dress there.

by | Aug 18, 2014 | Europe | 4 comments

So my buddy Rozz told me to go to Dresden (hey Rozz). She’s also the one who told me to hook up with Mario and Logan in Berlin (hey y’all), so I’m thinking Dresden is a shoe-in. Favorite place on the trip, for sure. But when I got to Berlin and all the cool Berliners asked where I’m going next, my answer seemed to consistently confuse them. “Really, Dresden?” they’d ask. “Everyone I know who lived in Dresden left Dresden,” they’d say. “I left Dresden,” Mario said. Hmmmmmmmm….

So I get there, and yeah, it’s kinda boring. I mean, they’ve got some sweet buildings, for sure.

And it’s fun to ride a bike there.

And if you want to spend money on cute dresses, you’re golden.

Yeah, maybe, they’ve got some weird stuff. This boot, for example:

But when you get down to it, I dunno. The place just felt a little stale to me.

And then I realized, a place will probably always feel stale if you have no people there. Even New York, which is the least stale place on earth, is kinda lame when you have no people.

When I walked around Dresden, the folks there seemed to be pretty happy. Of course they were – they were not roaming the streets alone like I was. They were with their people.

So Dresden, I will believe you are just as amazing as Rozz said you were. I’m sorry I didn’t get to stay in you longer – I surely would have seen what she saw.

And if nothing else, I will always remember that you gave me tomatoes. And a great dress. And this pack of cigarettes1, 2, 3. 

1 Yes Dad, I smoked a couple.
2 No Mom, I’m not addicted.
3 Thanks, Kenny, for teaching me how. I didn’t cough even one time. J


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4 Comments

  1. jaybrams

    Don’t question the boot. It was clearly the best thing about Dresden.

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    • Kelly

      Hands down.

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    • Santa Claus

      I’ll tell your mom not to read this section. Cigs are BAAAAAAAAD for you. Don’t go there even if it is in Dresden.

      Reply
  2. Kimberly Claus

    Smoking is very unsexy…maybe a little more sexy in that cute dress, but overall, an very unsexy habit. Leave it in Dresden!!

    Reply

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