Last night, I went to the official inauguration, I suppose you would say, of the new director of the University. The event started at 18:00 (on the spot, naturally) and was three-or-so hours of me alternately listening to one of two things. The first was endless streams of advanced German vocabulary that made me sit there and nod quietly with a sniffle to accept the obvious, massive futility of taking on the endeavor that is the German language. The second was listening to the fine university concert orchestra unfortunately struggling to keep up with the frenzied soloist who either has horrendous stage nervousness, or needs to lock himself in a room with nothing but his violin and a metronome for a fortnight. At least the orchestra put on a well-executed performance. (Mendelssohn rolls in his grave, Mr. Soloist! While you might enjoy diddling out all those 32nd-note runs as fast as your little fingers can manage, your plan to stun is going to backfire when you play with all the emotion of a wooden chair and your orchestra can't follow you!!)
ANYWAY.
The actual point of this post is to share with you, my readers, the lovely fact that at this semi-formal event, there was none other than beer and pretzels served at the reception following. Oh, Bavaria! You never cease to amaze.
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