Where’s the Adapter

I have packed more carefully for this trip than the last trip: I’ve remember my passport and it is already in my pocket.

In half an hour I’ll be getting on the train to Frankfurt.

Meanwhile, this entry is rushed because I’d misplaced the electric adapter for my computer: I remembered seeing it yesterday, but then it wasn’t in my briefcase, which meant it took an unexpected detour. It wasn’t with my bag of cables and cords either, so I quick search of my room revealed nothing.

Ten minutes later I remembered that it was with clean clothes last night, so I checked my underwear drawer—which is where I found it.

I must have been really absent minded.

Anyhow, this should be a pleasant trip to the States: I will be in the country for seven nights, and upon arrival in Washington, I’m going to go clubbing and see a famous gay porn star—like the fantastic dance club night in Brussels that I accidentally attended, I wouldn’t go further than across town to see this guy, but since I happen to be in DC when he is in DC; I’ll go the four or five block from my hotel to see him.

Hopefully jetlag won’t send me to bed too early Friday night.