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Look, I’m sure there’s a funny way to set this up, a way to craft a clever tale which reserves the punchline for the very end, and transforms this little narrative into a ripping yarn.
But since this post is overdue enough as is, let’s just out with the truth, shall we?
Last week, I went to a David Hasselhoff concert in Germany.
No, I mean, seriously, I went running to a David Hasselhoff concert. Last week. In Berlin. Germany.
And now that that’s out of the way, let me try to set it all up:
Az, Em, and I have been bouncing from place to place the last coupla weeks. The ladies went from Indianapolis straight to LA; I returned for a few crazy days back in Cambridge (typically hectic workweek, with a jet-lag twist) then jetted off to Berlin for a week for the Google European Sales Conference.
Suffice to say my corporate overlords are just as post-ironic as any hipster out there; somebody high up thought it would be funny to fly David Hasselhoff over to sing to our company party for a few hours.
I was actually a few blocks away when The Hoff started his set - I’d snuck out to sightsee and visit the Reichstag, since it was around the corner - but I went running once I realized what was going on. Alas, that means I wasn’t standing close enough to be in the video. But I was there.
Anyhow, we’re still moving around. Right now, the three of us are together in Palo Alto, as I’m spending the week at the Googleplex. The ladies joined me at work for breakfast this morning at the No-Name-Café. Emmie had some whole-wheat pancake, organic peach, and scrambled eggs, while I had a blueberry smoothie, kombucha tea, scrambled eggs, and part of Azure’s breakfast burrito. Good times.
posted by Jason 1:16 AM
