What Up, Vienna? when a girl and a guy from los angeles move their asses halfway across the world

me and my new old lady posse

Before I delve into the title's topic, I want to share with you another interesting Viennese factoid. When you order a beer here, the waiter/bartender/barista asks, "big or small?" or as the non-English speaking waiter at the pizza place we went to tonight asked, "grande oder piccolo?" I always say big (or grande) because I am not a chump.

Okay, back to the topic at hand. So before I got here in Vienna, I did some internet researching. I found this American Women's Association of Vienna. I saw that they produced some helpful literature on getting adjusted here as well as hosted cultural outings and such. So I thought that it might be a fun thing to join. Now, let me just point out, when I say "fun", I don't necessarily mean party party beer waterslide parks. When I say "fun", I mean kitschy good times coffee let's talk about how young I am. So I went to the get-together coffee last Wednesday morning. It was great. I met a bunch of fun old ladies, I had some coffee und a pastry and I got to talk in English for a couple of hours. And on Friday, I took the trolley into the city center and went to their offices, dues in hand. They are very glad to have me. While in the office, I was seemingly hoodwinked into joining the historical city walk tour that they needed another participant for so as not to be cancelled. I was not really hoodwinked. It was only seemingly that to the ladies. I didn't have anything to do so me committing last-minute to a historical city walk was more of a favor to me than it was to them. So tomorrow morning it's me and those ladies catting about town. A glass of Sturm at every landmark, perhaps? I'll bring the camera and see if I can catch some of the mayhem on wax.