I was expecting a parcel today. I ordered Game of Thrones season 2 on bluray on friday and they said it would arrive saturday OR monday. So it had to be in the mail today and I was looking forward to that the whole time at work.
When I arrived I expected a letter that would inform me that the parcel is at some neighbours house, since no one was at home to recieve the parcel.
But when I checked the letterbox there was no such letter.
Pretty disappointed and angry I went inside, already freaking out about the Game of Thrones marathon I’m hosting this weekend.
I planned everything, the food (I’ll make honeyed chicken which my guests can wash down with a glass of honeyed wine), my costume (A male 21st century melisandre) and the watching schedule. The only thing that I still needed was this friggin second season which is not yet available in my country since some IDIOT thought it’s a good idea to synchronize every foreign movie or show before releasing it here.
So I ordered an import online.
When I entered my appartment, still in a loud and furious monologue, I glimpsed a rectangular shaped object on the kitchen table.
I opened the box (ok, I ripped it open) and everything made sense again.
Game of Thrones weekend stunt: Here I come! =)
Last week I called my friend Sophie to talk tv-shows.
We started watching the lying game together (like almost every show we follow) and I wanted to talk about my finale theories.
So today I came home late and I already had a mail on facebook from Sophie :
