1. Dezember, erstes Päckchen geöffnet:
Steven Galloway: "Der Cellist von Sarajevo"
DANKE
Voll toll. Freu mich schon ganz arg auf Weihnachtstee, Räucherstäbchen, Plätzchen und Buch :-)
Aber spinnen tut die Mutter trotzdem.
Zitat Mitbewohner: "Du hasch genauso nen Knall wie dei Mudder" (hab ihm nen Adventskalender geschenkt). Joa Mama, ich bin jetzt net so ganz sicher ob des ein Kompliment für uns beide war oder nicht ;-)

Jetzt schieb ich noch schnell die Nougatkipferl in den Ofen und dann gets mit Frau P und Frau K zum schwedischen Möbelhaus. Betet das die uns die Schubladen umtauschen!!!

Bin gestern abend für den Kollegen M eingesprungen und hab die absolute Totengräbersonntagnachtschicht im Moloch übernommern. War trotz Gästeminimum und unheimlichem Verehrer doch noch total nett, vor allem weil ich eine Billy Joel CD gefunden hab "meinen" Song gespielt und einen totalen Korbflechter-Vermiss-Anfall bekommen hab.
Ein Jinx Tonix und einen Pangalaktischen Donnergurgler auf Mühli und die Kanzlerin (unsre, nicht die Angie) *vermiss*

Billy Joel - Piano man
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
the regular crowd shuffles in
there's an old man sitting next to me
making love to his tonic and gin

He says: Son can you play me a melody
I'm not really sure how it goes
but it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
when I wore a younger man's clothes

Sing us a song you're the piano man sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
he gets me my drinks for free
and he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
but there's some place that he'd rather be

He says: Bill I believe this is killing me
as a smile ran away from his face
well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
if I could get out of this place

Now Paul is a real estate novellist
who never had time for a wife
and he's talking with Davy who's still in the navy
and probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
as the businessman slowly gets stoned
yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
but it's better than drinking alone

Sing us a song you're the piano man sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
and the manager gives me a smile
'cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see
to forget about life for a while

And the piano it sounds like a carnival
and the microphone smells like a beer
and they sit a bar and put bread in my jar
and say: Man what are you doing here

Sing us a song you're the piano man sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright