It all started with a seemingly harmless strawberry margarita on a beautiful spring day.. just happened to be at noon, right before my German in Film class. Needless to say that class was a bit more interesting that day. Once you discover that the only place in town with real mexican food has half price drinks on Thursdays it is quite hard to resist the temptation of a few margs, or zombies, or just tequila shots. And tequila shots generally just lead to more of the same. I have (in the last three days) become a regular at the shots bar in town (they do have a shot named after me so I feel somewhat obligated to patronize). Anyway long story short, the night ended with a midnight (actually 4 am) serenade from the most adorable band in the world, finding our friend (who shall remain nameless for legal purposes) making out on the cement ground in the courtyard of the mensa, getting a phone number and a fork (literal silverware don't worry dad) from the bass player, having a waitress threaten to call the cops on the band serenading us, and finding a new soul mate in Meg (she's English, enough said).
Friday was a day of hangovers, and massive amounts of fried rice and crispy duck. Then back to shooter's for another few 'Olivias' and an interesting encounter with some boys from Bavaria. They were in town playing some kind of sport and the cute chubby one had come into some money, and thusly insisted on buying us far too many rounds of something called a "schüttler" (basically means swish in German) consisting of a shot of lemon juice, another of blue curacao meant to be shaken around together in ones mouth and then swallowed. He bought so many rounds that we just started giving them away to random people at the bar. By the end of the night porta-potties were being tipped (and we were running away like children). Enough said. Topped it off with a fresh brezel from the bakery (which was opening by the time we ventured homeward).
Then again Saturday, because you just don't miss a Saturday on the Unterestraße in good ol' HD. Meg and I ventured out, met a canadian and said goodbye to the Bavarian boys before they headed home. Then we were flying stag(ette) waiting outside of a bar when we met a lovely group of upstanding young German men who took us on a lovely adventure to a dance club, and then home relatively early with nothing interesting to speak of. We met a fair amount of people, all German. I think at the end of the day we were really just learning day to day German conversation skills (at least that's what I'm choosing to believe). Despite the three days worth of hangover I experienced on Sunday, it was well worth it. And besides YOLO, carpe diem, fuck it (sorry mama).
Scandalous! ;)
Next weekend off to Paris to see an old friend (Ilaria) and experience the city of love by myself. But that's okay, I think I need a little TLC from me to me anyway. I will eat macaroons at Sacre Couer and a Mont Blanc at the famous Angelina Cafe.
Au revoir!
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