Sweet Jane
Trip Start
Sep 07, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 09, 2008
Tonight, Click made us a dinner of pesto penne, salad dressed with balsamic vinegar and peach juice, cousin to the almighty melon juice the stores can't keep stocked at the hands of our students. We watched an episode of an MTV show on her computer about a cheerleader who was transformed into a hockey player. The first American TV outside of Who's the Boss I've seen in three months.
After dinner, I was scheduled to meet Jane, and he was going to take me on the Metro to a creperie that is apparently so wonderful that it is worth the hour commute, bypassing all the other crepe shops on the way.
The problem was, the Metro was on strike. Public works strike in Athens all the time. I think the Metro has been on strike at least three times since we've been here. Last month, there was even a gas strike and nobody could fill up their cars.
I thought "Ok, I guess we can't go to that creperie, but Jane and I will find a good Plan B. There's another crepe shop right up the road from my place." Since Jane and Click live in the same hallway of the same apartment building, I walked back home with her and knocked on Jane's door
It turns out that when the Metro went on strike, Jane assumed his appointment with me was cancelled entirely, and he made other plans. When he returned late Thursday night, the other students told him how I had gone stomping through the apartments calling for his head on a pike. He's going to make it up to me on Sunday with a rescheduled crepe run. Ah yes. Penitence smells like warm chocolate and contrition tastes like whipped cream.
After dinner, I was scheduled to meet Jane, and he was going to take me on the Metro to a creperie that is apparently so wonderful that it is worth the hour commute, bypassing all the other crepe shops on the way.
The problem was, the Metro was on strike. Public works strike in Athens all the time. I think the Metro has been on strike at least three times since we've been here. Last month, there was even a gas strike and nobody could fill up their cars.
I thought "Ok, I guess we can't go to that creperie, but Jane and I will find a good Plan B. There's another crepe shop right up the road from my place." Since Jane and Click live in the same hallway of the same apartment building, I walked back home with her and knocked on Jane's door
Click in the kitchen
. No Jane. His roommate said he might be watching movies with the Boy Band, so we went to the other apartment building and knocked on their door. No boy band. No Jane. We went through each of the students' apartments looking for him. Since I've never been in the students' apartments, it was interesting to see the spaces in which they were living and they were all very welcoming, but still no Jane. Stood up!It turns out that when the Metro went on strike, Jane assumed his appointment with me was cancelled entirely, and he made other plans. When he returned late Thursday night, the other students told him how I had gone stomping through the apartments calling for his head on a pike. He's going to make it up to me on Sunday with a rescheduled crepe run. Ah yes. Penitence smells like warm chocolate and contrition tastes like whipped cream.


Comments
American TV
Are you able to easily access hulu.com on your computer at your apt? This may be a American TV salvation for you.
I feel your pain.
Love,
-George
Communication or Not
Uhm...how interesting that the 'sweet jane' episode occurred between a 'communications' prof. and what I perceive to be a 'communications' student.
-George
Re: Communication or Not
Jane is actually majoring in farming at a small college in Ohio in preparation to take over the family farm. The students call him 'Farmer Jane.' Of interest to the feminists in the house was Jane's explaination of our miscommunication in gendered terms -- 'You thought the appointment was still on despite the strike? Guys don't think that way.'
PS George: Did you get the Lou Reed reference?