There was a... day, not that long ago, (Sunday, the 13th) which was notable... for a few reasons. It was the kind of day that is so interesting, that I think it must be made note of.

Well, I can also tell about how it started, to put in another little point of interest. At midnight, I was on the Theater Bus, getting home from doing Cabaret (The Musical,) in Hameln. (In English, that's Hamlin; You know, the city with the plague of Rats which was cured by the Peid Piper. That Hameln.) Anyhow, we got back to Detmold around 12:30 or so, and I was home.

I probably had some small dinner, and then installed more programs onto my Computer. It crashed about a week ago, and then I waited a while, because I was going to be getting an English Version of Windows from a friend.So, At last this was installed, and since then, I've been setting everything up the way I like it. So, that's what I was doing once I got home.

And WHY was I staying up even later than it already was? Well, Because of Pamela. (I'm sure I must have introduced you to my lovely Pamela before... no? She's my girlfriend, since... since... well, there's no real date I can pin down. Would it be the first time we went together to the theater, or the first time we called each other just to chat, or when we started calling each other every day, or when we first kissed? We just sort of... Ended up together.) At any rate, It was Pamela that I was waiting for, because while I was dancing Cabaret, she and her parents were in some nearby town at a ball.

I know it sounds a bit odd, for us westerners, but what other word is there? A social Dance? It's a bunch of people who get together, and do ballroom dancing, with some hired band, in celebration of... I think it was some athletic club or organization. Well, they were all off there, and I was expecting Pamela to come to my place at about two or three in the morning. In my half-asleep state, I thought it made sense to wait up for her for a while. At 1:30 or so though, I decided against it, and just put the phone beside me on the pillow, and decided to be asleep while I waited.

At 3:30 or 4:00, I awoke to the sound of receiving an SMS, from Pamela, saying she's at home now, and that she'll see me in the morning. "Oh Sigh" I sighed. But, what can you do, when she's only being considerate. I Messaged her back, saying that I missed her, and would still like to see her, but she was already in bed by then.

So, at eight in the morning, my phone rang, and Pamela was outside my door. She had come so that we could spend the morning cuddled up together. Then, at 10:00 we went to Her parents house for Breakfast. (This is normal for our weekends. I'm a Family oriented person... although MY Family would never believe it, considering how infrequent my e-mails are, and how late Christmas and birthday gifts arrive! Still! I'm a Family Oriented guy.) Yes, I enjoy spending time with this family, which I've auto-adopted, in a way.

So, that was my European Breakfast, with bread rolls, cheeses, sliced meats, and a hard-boiled egg. And... One of the themes of this Journal is the Europeish quality that my day had. So, there's the first point: the Breakfast. After that, Katrin came by. She's Pamela's best friend, from the distant past, and was playing the Organ for the Sunday Service at a retierment home around the corner. And then the five of us were gathered, and prepared, and we set of to Blomberg -a small town 45 minutes away, for... Our Big Event.

There is a town south of Mainz, which is near Frankfurt, and there is a winery there, over 150 years old, named Jean Buscher. And they take their wines around the country, to at least 50 cities, I think, and have wine-tasting and ordering parties there. And Pamela's Family are Wine... Conneseure s. (If that's the polite term for Fanatics. tee hee.) So, we went to this old (and I'm talking about EUROPE old, not Canada-old-as-in-a-whole-century-old. This is 300 years old Minimum,) Fortified Castle place, up into one of the halls, all laid out with tables, and 50 different wines on a table in the middle. We were each given a guide, telling us what the different wines were, and a card, so that we could write down which we'd like to order.

Then it was just a matter of going, taking a glass, and pouring yourself samples of whichever you might fancy. I think I tried about 15 white wines, all four rosés, and three red wines, (Which I realy don't care for so much.) -Not that I love white wine either though. That's the thing. I was going more for the chance to spend a day out with Pamela and her Family. And when I first got there, and Her Family went right to the table to see what the Rieslings were like, and ther were 50 bottles of different wines, None of which I expected to realy enjoy the taste of... I didn't know where to start.

You must understand of course, that although I don't care so much for the taste of wine, I adore it for cooking, and would like to be well versed in wine, just as a cultural thing. I would like, eventually, to taste a wine, and think, "Yes, that's just the right sweetness, and boquette, to go with such-and-such a meal I'm cooking." It's all part of the "Playing Dinner Party Host," you see.

Anyhow, Two of the Rosés I found rather nice, and a few of the white wines were... not unpleasant. Some time after the first hour and a half though, I began having a strong sense of surrealism; That this situation is beyond possible: Me, the Anti-alcoholic, Canadian, Water-preferring boy, In a German castle, tasting wine, surrounded by... well, I supposed, upper-class people. -Certainly people who were there because they'd drive 30 to 60 minutes on a Sunday afternoon, to sample wine, and order cases of what they most liked.

And at the end... I felt even more... not my self, when I too ordered a case. Of Wine. ME! Who's celebration of coming of age, and being able to legally consume alcohol, was to go on my Birthday to the supermarket, get some red wine, and cook a lasagne with it. In the case had to be six bottles, but I could not conceive of getting more that four for myself. So I ordered two botles of the Pinion Gris, and two of -a Rosé, which I can't translate, so can only call "Spätburgunder Weissherbst Kabinett".

But what was I to do with the other two spaces? Well, I'd asked my flat mate Sophie before hand, so I was getting her a bottle of Red, (although she couldn't be more specific than that, so I had to ask Pam's family for suggestions.) And then... I thought of Momo, (my other flat mate.) But, he doesn't consume any alchohol at all, due to religion. (Not that I could tell anyone exactly which religion. I take it as just a wraught iron fact in his life, that alcohol is Never for internal use.)

But... there was a funny little addition at the bottom of the wine list, called "Kinderwein." Yep: Children's wine. Exactly 0.0 percent alcohol, Grape juice. And I just couldn't resist the thought of it.

So, now I'm awaiting the shipment of these wines, and that highly comic moment, of presenting Momo with this wine bottle, with a good label on it from this southern Vineyard... and wishing him good health.

After that, we got back to Pam's house, and I took a nap, while she drove her best friend home. Being asleep, I kind of lost track of time, but I suspect that they went for a coffee as well. Then we, (Her family and I,) had our late lunch/early dinner, and I had another nap, With Pamela by my side, in the glorious sunlight... no wait. That was my first nap. By this time in the early evening, the sun was behind the hill. Anyhow, well rested at last, (the week leading up to that weekend has been busy busy busy,) I went back to my home, and she left for her week, (working a couple hours away, near Cologne.) And then I ended this day also, getting my computer set up a little more the way I want it to be.

BUT... when I checked, to see if the internet was working properly, and to add some bookmarks to it, I thought I'd look at my e-mails. Just to see if anything interesting was there.

Would you call an e-mail from a theater, talking about a contract, interesting?

I was... filled with excitement. -Now if only I could be more Sure about what it said! Because the whole little e-mail was in German. I had to think of someone to ask... and my first reaction was Pamela. -Except that she's in the car, and should have her Mobile phone turned off. So, after thinking of her, the next thought was, naturaly, her family. So I called them up, and asked the Father, who answered the phone, which one of them might be better able to explain to an English person, with little German. So, he gave the phone to the Mother, and I read to her, (slowly, trying to pronounce the 6 sylable words corectly,) the e-mail I got.

Then I told, her, in my mish-mash of German and Engish, what I thought it was saying, and asked if that was right. AND IT WAS.

I have been offered a contract for next season, with the Ballet of the Theater Lüneburg.

I am not taking it without finding more about the theater first, but it's something. And from what I saw when I was there auditioning, something not bad. After the training I did, they asked me to do some partnering... and by that I mean with a girl on point, doing turns and lifts. (Ballet, ballet, Ballet. It's what I love.) And I didn't have any time to see the city when I was there, but the small amount that I walked through was nice, and those I know who have been there, all agree with that impression.

So, That was an exciting end of the day. And this can not yet be taken as an announcement of my plans for next season, because if there's time, I'll still audition for some other companies, and go for which ever suits me best. But, Lüneburg is a possibility; a strong Contender.

And then... the only bit left of my day, was the Phone call with Schatz; With Pamela. Talking about this Theater, and how nice the day had been, and going through the nightly ritual we have of ending our days with thoughts of each other. (Yes, we are both of the soppy romantic type. I'll try not to get overly syruppy here, on a wepsite open to the public.)

So, What do you think: Was that a day worth recording? Full of interest, and indications about what my life is like at present?