jazz club

tobi was late picking us up- ruth was angry. we had just enough time to reheat the rice and hang up the laundry, we ate the rice on the ubahn. we walked to the loft, the jazz club where she works thursday and sunday nights collecting the entrance fee. while she was stalking down people who had already come in, i had another lousy german experience trying to order a drink. they did not have amaretto. so i was going thorugh my list of favourite drinks in my head, trying to figure out what i could say in german that they would have in america. i usually order vodka with cranberry juice as my basic low stocked bar drink. but no one but venison chefs in germany has ever heard of a cranberry. i ended up with vodka and orange juice, but the conversation had ended up in english, and i fear with an offended bartender. ruth had a pretty easy job after that. we just stood at the end of the bar and talked all night while she stopped everyone who came in the door.