Because we’re super Austrians, S. and I…

We’re doing a hahnenkammwatchingschnitzeleatingevent. The Hahnenkamm race is a yearly skiing race. It is extremely dangerous and people regularly die or get paralysed there, so of course it has great viewing rates. In Austria, where skiing is the most important thing in the world, the Hahnenkamm race is the Holy Grail (not the Holy Grail of skiing; the Holy Grail of Everything). People in Hamburg have no idea what it is and I am looking forward to watching something so Austrian with a bunch of people to whom these customs are so very strange and that will laugh at the admittedly ridiculous names of the key points of the racing track (Seidlalm, Gschöss, Lärchenschuss). I don’t care about skiing and I think it’s a boring sport to watch TV but I am looking forward to that.

The schnitzel s there because duh, Austria! and because you need to eat something if you start drinking around noon. So the plan was to not get drunk on today’s party (where I’m not going because I’m sick); and then on Saturday, make schnitzel (me being in charge of the panieren, weil auch ich panier halt gern) and potatoesalad, watch the race with friends, place bets, eat, drink, enjoy ourselves.

But now the weather is so bad that there’s a 50% chance they’re going to have to cancel the race and we’ve already bought all the meat!