Ok. That's too broad a statement. How about, the Nerdiest person in Baltimore...no, met some nerdy bastards down in Fells last night...Let's say the Nerdiest person in Parkville! Now that's a stretch. I know one guy who's just hopeless.
I am the nerdiest person who "officially" lives in my house!
That I can accept.
And why am I so nerdy? Just the very word said with an American drawl sounds so.
I love History. And History loves me. History is my Porn. Can History be Porn?
Let's just say I don't sneak off to the bathroom with my account of Nazi spies who were actually Allied double agents. (Notice how I take pains to capitalize historical entities) But it's close.
When I dug into the Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, (the biggest fucker I ever dove into) I used to couple the read with a little Chinese at the Jade Garden Buffet (which got the City Paper's best Buffet 2007 by the way). I couldn't open that damn book without getting the craving for that Chinese! And worse yet, if I ate Chinese, I wanted to be reading that damn book!
This book was a good 1300 pages of rich, detailed history. And NO, it had very few pictures.
And here we are today, where Tim and I are planning a trip to Europe. Not to see Big Ben or the Eifel Tower, (cause we've actually seen those loads of times) but we'll probably be touring Normandy, the Ardennes, Berlin, Munich, Auschwitz, Moscow, and if time allows, Stalingrad. And we won't be in any fancy nightclubs, boogying with the local Mädchen, девушки, or filles. For one, even though the museums and sites will be closed by 5 o'clock, I'm certain we'll be spending each evening preparing for the next day's sight seeing with a little historical read. LIKE HELL!
We're still cool, and we will do cool things. Cooler things than any of you can imagine! But I'm still a nerd.
