You're worse than Ryan Adams.....

First of all, let me assure all of you that the title bears no disrespect to my friend and future roommate, but is, as you know if you read my Munich Superpost, a quote from Sydney. However, as I'm sure you've become accustomed to by now, I'm not going to get to the titular story until the end of the post. See, its a good strategy, because now I have you hooked and you're going to read all the in between stuff because you don't want to miss the story about Sydney at the end.

We left Munich yesterday bright and early, and set out on the 700+ km journey to Brussels, Belgium. You may be saying 700 km isn't too far at all, and it really isn't, but keep in mind we're in a Coach Bus going half the speed limit and stopping every two hours. So the trip took 12 hours, and we got to the hotel here in Brussels around 20:00. I found ways to pass the trip, though. I slept for the first few hours before I gave the window seat to Sydney, and then I spent a few hours reading The Giver. All of you who read this blog and have not read that book, go read it NOW. I've read it a dozen times and each time I do my respect for it only grows. I'm almost certain I'm going to do my senior thesis on that book, even now. I got half my group interested in the book too; Imran has it now and there's a line five people deep waiting to read it after him.

But once we got to Brussels we went out and got some dinner, then pretty much went back to the Hotel and called it a (late) night. Clearly, we have internet here, and it's even in our rooms, for the first time since Padua, and the first time it's been good since Florence.

The scheduling for this city is a mess, though. Today we were supposed to do a half dozen different things and we only ended up going to a museum. We've got the entire afternoon off until after dinner this evening, when we have a concert. So I'm going to spend my time writing a concert paper, my final paper for art, and my book.

And this brings me to my Sydney stories. I want you all to be aware of the fact that as soon as she becomes privy to the fact that these are on my blog, she's going to pitch a fit at me. Still, since I told you the first half of the whole "You're worse than Ryan Adams" tale, I have to tell you the second half (real quick: The first half was the story of how I took an extra 5 minutes to gather all my laundry in Munich and Sydney spent all five of them shouting at me from the hallway, telling me I was "worse than Ryan Adams"). Don't worry, I will endure Sydney's rage, as I have for some time now, and the story shall remain.

Here we go.

The story begins yesterday morning, before leaving Munich. We were all sitting in the lobby, waiting to board the bus. Something had happened the night before and I was a bit bothered by it, and Sydney came in and started asking me what was bothering me. I told her not to worry about it because it was nothing she was concerned with, and I didn't feel like explaining it to her. But she gets upset with me and insists that I'm being unfair because I'm not telling her everything. I eventually told her later in the day.

Fast forward to last night, in Brussels. Before departing to each of our individual rooms, the five of us agree to meet at 20:40 in the Hotel lobby to leave for dinner. Carol, Kate and I are there on time. Sydney arrives at 20:49. I tell her she's "worse than Ryan Adams" because I love throwing people's quotes back at them (as you all know).

Fast forward to this morning, when we're suppose to be on the bus at 09:45 to leave for a tour. Sydney is literally the last person out of the Hotel, a solid 5-10 minutes later than everybody else. When she gets on the bus I tell her she's "worse than Ryan Adams" and that's twice in the last 12 hours. She shrugs, then scrunches up her face and asks when the first time was. Here's the conversation:
Peter: "Last night, before dinner. That was the first time."
Sydney: "How was I worse than Ryan Adams with that?"
P: "...we said we were meeting at eight. You were ten minutes late."
S: "No I wasn't."
P: "Okay, sorry, nine minutes late. And yes, you were, I checked my watch as soon as you finally showed up and it was 20:49."
S: "We weren't tell minutes late, Peter. We weren't meeting until 20:45."
I blink a few times and then turn back to Carol and ask her when we were supposed to meet for dinner. She says 20:40. Sydney says nothing.

We had a class at 14:00 today. Sydney showed up at 14:07.

And then, in a separate vein, going back to her getting mad at me for not explaining everything to her, we got our Art papers back today. When I asked Sydney how she did, she refused to tell me.

North Ave. South 508 CANNOT COME SOON ENOUGH. lol

But that's pretty much all the stories I have for now. I'm going to do some various assignments before the concert tonight...hope everything is going well.