Prince Caspian is Eurotrash

Before I start writing about what I've been up to this point, I wanted to tell you about what we did last night.  Every Wednesday, the local Cinestar Movie Theater holds a sneak peek night.  they do not announce what the movie is beforehand so one purchases a ticket hoping that the movie to be shown will be a good one.  Typically, the movie shown is not to premiere for another 3 weeks.  B and I, along with his friends Lilibeth and her boyfriend David met up at the movies.  We all were trying to guess what movie was going to be shown by looking at all the coming soon posters in the lobby:  The third Mummy movie, Incredible Hulk, The Dark Knight, etc...we all had high hopes that it would be the new Mummy movie as we all thought that the first two installments were quite enjoyable.  A side note here: when you purchase a ticket at the movies in Germany, it includes a seat assignment, which I think is a great idea as you never have to search for an empty spot, ask a stranger to move a few seats to accommodate your party, etc.  Likewise, they serve alcohol as part of their concession services - sometimes the only way to get through a movie is to be blitzed, and boy I wish I had a few beers before going into the cinematic abortion we had to endure.  

Upon entering the theater and finding our seats, I sat back, relaxed and watched the opening scene of the movie with a sense of dread, scene 1:  a castle, a birth of a baby and a closeup of the villain uttering his first line in the heaviest spanish/european/newyorican by- way- of- Ibiza accent I have ever heard.  I inwardly groaned as I knew I was trapped for the next 2.5 hours and would never reclaim those precious few hours of my life, so if anyone is contemplating to watch The Chronicle of Narnia:Prince Caspian, I suggest you pray that Aslan the Lion come to life and maul you before seriously giving it some thought.  One funny scene in the movie that made me and B laugh was a talking bear that shouted, 

"For Aslan!!!", but it sounded like Leonardo Di Caprio  in Who´s Eating Gilbert Grape in the scene where Leo is on the water tower roof and shouting GILBERT!!!  GILBERT LOOK AT MEE!!!!.

Anyway, my first few days here have been  a whirlwind of activity.  I had to meet with B´s relocation agent in order for her to walk my paperwork through the bureaucracy that is the German government.  It was relative painless as she did all the work.  I am now officially a resident of Düsseldorf, and also have a tax card which is used for employment- but I need a work permit first.  Cart before the horse in my opinion.  We also went to the main terminal trainstation to purchase my monthly train pass so I can navigate the city and to get to school.

B and I were discussing the train route I had to take and he said to me, "if you look at this route, you will need to transfer from the main station to the take the BUS to the university..."  I looked at him and said, "BUS!?"  Does he not know me?  We later found out that it was the above ground train...thank the lord!

I have a placement test for language school next week and I just had to laugh, because other than knowing words to be polite, a few sentences and counting 1-2-3, my knowledge of the German language is based mainly on watching Sophie's Choice and I dont think those words will come in handy unless I'm ever in the same situation as that poor Austrian girl imprisoned by her dad for 30 years in the family basement.