|This is what a real experiment looks like. You need at least one microscope, several test tubes, and three colored liquids. I think I only have 2 colored liquids.|
My two-week stint in an intensive German language class in Dresden has come to end. In celebration, Jeremy and Sky came to rescue me and we took a family trip to the outskirts of town for a snowy hike in the Sächsische Schweiz National Park.
In the middle of the park, high above the Elbe River, we noticed a film crew near the Bastei Bridge and wandered over to check out the scene. A sharp dressed mustachioed man walked by us and said, “You have a beautiful dog.”
It was Bill Murray. Bill. Fucking. Murray.
Jeremy and I excitedly jumped up and down screeching, “Bill Murray likes our dog! Bill Murray likes our dog!”
We noticed Bill Murray walking off by himself to take photos of the scenery, so we did what any non-creepy fans would do – we followed him. Oddly we were the only ones who recognized him, or seemed to care. We could stalk him all by ourselves!
We were a bit shy about approaching him until we noticed a stray dollar bill on the ground– the perfect conversation starter. Jeremy scooped it up and said “Excuse me, Mr. Murray, did you drop a dollar?”
“I think I did, thank you,” replied Bill Murray stuffing the dollar into his pocket.
“Where are from?” he asked.
(Bill Murray wants to know where we’re from! Bill Murray wants to know where we’re from!)
We told him we were Americans living here in Germany and he commented again on how much he liked our dog.
(Bill Murray likes our dog! Bill Murray likes our dog!)
We proceeded to have a conversation with Bill Murray. He told us he was in Görlitz a few days ago and had just finished up his work in Dresden. He was on his way to Berlin for another job.
“Would you mind if we took a photo with you?” Jeremy asked, his voice cracking like a prepubescent teenager.
“I wouldn’t mind at all,” said Bill Murray, with his characteristic melancholy demeanor.
While I’ve already forgotten most of the German I learned during the course, I won’t soon forget the star-struck finale of the trip to Dresden.
(And Bill Murray likes our dog).