Never a dull moment

Drew, an old friend from Detroit, was passing through Brussels on his way from Amsterdam to Rome. We had a lovely time on Tuesday evening strolling through the Grand Place, enjoying moules and frites, and paying homage to the famous little boy fountain in Brussels.

But today…oh, today is the day we’ll still be laughing about years from now. It started with me locking Drew’s clothes in the washing machine, but was able to get that situation remedied and left Drew in-charge of getting them in the dryer.

Got a rather panicked call from Drew later in the morning, apparently there was something wrong with the dryer…and, as I can attest (see dishwasher story), the handyman in the building speaks about as much English, as I do French.

So now, poor Drew not only had a pile of wet jeans and tshirts, but was also running late for a meeting with another friend here.

In any case, I took a half-day vacation, swung by the apartment to change out of GM-Jodi-wear, on my way to hopefully meet Drew at a famous old church in the City. Before I left, ran downstairs to collect his clothes from the dryer.

Only to find that Drew had put his clothes in another washing machine, instead of the dryer. Probably why the handyman (and the 3 other people he called in for support) couldn’t figure out why Drew said the dryer didn’t work.

Hopped on the Metro to said meeting place…and waited….and waited….and waited…wandered around…decided to have lunch…and waited…and waited. Though I was just thinking “Oh good, they must be having a great conversation. I’ll just sit here in the sun, with my Coca light waiting patiently.” No Drew.

And while Drew had my mobile phone, I did not have my number…so finally decided to head back to the apartment. Which is where I finally found Drew. Apparently, we had just missed each other at St. Catherines. Voila!

I’ll spare you the story of getting him to the airport this evening, but…it made the Mirza-Theut Air Comet mad-dash look sorta like child’s play. (Okay, not really that bad!)

Thanks for coming through town Drew! And for reminding me that sometimes “being” is just as important, perhaps even more important, than “doing.”