undercover

this week I felt the need to mix it up and came up with these snazzy designs:

then I met up with folks in the pub around the corner to watch a soccer game Tuesday night. This is generally speaking always a funny experience for me because I don't follow soccer in the least and for many Europeans that's kind of like a New Englander not following the Red Sox or Patriots. Oh woops--I'm guilty of that as well. *sigh*. Thus, when asked which team I was for (Barcelona vs. Real Madrid) I responded that I would be for whichever team was cuter. But the table took me to be for Barcelona once someone noticed that my nails (see above) were painted Barcelona colors, which they would not accept was pure coincidence. again, *sigh*. But I wonder if my turkish coffee fortune-telling skill is spreading into everything I do, because the team my fingernails represented did in fact win the game (despite my finding more lookers on madrid).

Then yesterday I spent the afternoon doing Super Top Secret Spy Training (STSST) in undisclosed areas of Vienna. This involved venturing down treacherous alleyways, crossing trafficky streets NOT at the crosswalk, and of course, mastering all of the possible strategical moves at a children's' playground. You never know when a playground will turn into a battle ground against the enemy. Especially by the zip-line and the swing set. Beware.

This race car is actually a missile launcher.

This is just the beginning. America won't know what hit it when I come back in June.

-lab