Hasta La Vista, Baby… cow.

Vienna. Austria.

I recall waking up the day of the Vienna show feeling well-rested, excited to get out and see the sites of Vienna (a city I’ve come to love over the years). I noticed the bus is stopped “there already!?” I happily exclaim. I rush out the door to greet my old friend Vienna, when I notice… side of highway? Service station? Shit. 

The bus had broken down. As buses frequently seem to when en route to somewhere great (never anywhere crappy do they seem to break down on the way to). What really sucked was that on this show day, I was scheduled to get dinner with Roadrunner/ Warner Austria and several contest winners to enjoy typical (the word “typical” seems to be one of the best outside-of-USA descriptive terms to demonstrate: “traditional” and/ or “grandma-food”) Viennese food. Dammit.  Continue reading