if you'd relented and I'd resisted
Class starts tomorrow and I am worried; I feel about as unprepared as I can be. I was joking (?) earlier with Steven that I might as well just show up to class drunk to seal the deal. I don't think I even have any paper. Anyhow, I am gonna write it out of my system, wake up tomorrow prepared to take on one of the bigger challenges of my life thus far, and surprise myself with how much I can really handle.
Today I did absolutely nothing, but I needed it to make up for the debauchery of the past three nights. Last night Jacky and I rode into town with the intention of meeting up with Lee and some other Californians to go to Brit Pop/Indie Music night at J.T. Keller (a bar/club). We got down there with still no call, so in lieu of standing around waiting in the cold I rung Tony to see what he was up to. Eventually Jacky and I ended up at G1's birthday dinner. It was so laughably awkward: we barely knew this girl, and it was a dinner for her and a close group of her friends, who, being German, sort of looked in our direction as we entered and then went back to their conversations. So Jacky and I sipped our shared pina colada and waited for Tony and Peter (Pay-ter) to show up. After awhile they finally did, and so did Se, who I love for being male and straight and a fashionista all at the same time. Peter was aghast ("You cruel people!") when he found out that its not an American tradition to hug the Birthdayee after everyone sings 'Happy Birthday' (which we sang in English, don't ask me why), and I discovered that champagne is actually quite good!
Due to Jacky's anciness we finally bailed the restaurant after an hour or two to meet up with Lee, Sara and Eileen (all Californians) at J.T. Keller. I've heard a lot about this place, but hadn't been to it yet, but oh my goodness. It was probably only this one night, but last night was the first time I've heard good music played in a public place in Germany. It was so amazing to finally be able to dance to a stream of good! music, and not just something tolerable. As the night wore on and the mass of Germans (but I heard a lot of British accents too, so all the Brits living in Goettingen must have come out last night) got drunker and drunker the dance floor turned into a would-be mosh pit. It got to the point where I was going out of my way to jam my elbow sharply into someones back just to maintain some breathing room. But oh it was amazing. It was such good timing to get lost.
Peter, Tony and G1 had met up with us there, and by the end we had sort of lost everyone in the crowd, so when we saw them leaving Jacky and I jumped ship too. Its such a strange feeling to come out of a dank cellar like that club and then have to re-layer over your sweat so you don't freeze of cold. I was wearing four layers last night and I still felt like it was one of the colder nights of my life. Jacky wasn't feeling well so she went home, and I decided to continue on with the other three. The party they were planning on going to next apparently had already died, so we wandered around looking for an open bar. After sitting for awhile in DejaVu (famous in Goettingen not for the reputation that a place named like that would have back home, but for staying open until 10am), we went and got some much needed Doener. I love a city where you can't buy groceries on a Sunday, but you can get Turkish fast food at 5:30 in the morning. Then the longest, coldest bike ride home of my life, and then some much needed sleep.
Today I did absolutely nothing, but I needed it to make up for the debauchery of the past three nights. Last night Jacky and I rode into town with the intention of meeting up with Lee and some other Californians to go to Brit Pop/Indie Music night at J.T. Keller (a bar/club). We got down there with still no call, so in lieu of standing around waiting in the cold I rung Tony to see what he was up to. Eventually Jacky and I ended up at G1's birthday dinner. It was so laughably awkward: we barely knew this girl, and it was a dinner for her and a close group of her friends, who, being German, sort of looked in our direction as we entered and then went back to their conversations. So Jacky and I sipped our shared pina colada and waited for Tony and Peter (Pay-ter) to show up. After awhile they finally did, and so did Se, who I love for being male and straight and a fashionista all at the same time. Peter was aghast ("You cruel people!") when he found out that its not an American tradition to hug the Birthdayee after everyone sings 'Happy Birthday' (which we sang in English, don't ask me why), and I discovered that champagne is actually quite good!
Due to Jacky's anciness we finally bailed the restaurant after an hour or two to meet up with Lee, Sara and Eileen (all Californians) at J.T. Keller. I've heard a lot about this place, but hadn't been to it yet, but oh my goodness. It was probably only this one night, but last night was the first time I've heard good music played in a public place in Germany. It was so amazing to finally be able to dance to a stream of good! music, and not just something tolerable. As the night wore on and the mass of Germans (but I heard a lot of British accents too, so all the Brits living in Goettingen must have come out last night) got drunker and drunker the dance floor turned into a would-be mosh pit. It got to the point where I was going out of my way to jam my elbow sharply into someones back just to maintain some breathing room. But oh it was amazing. It was such good timing to get lost.
Peter, Tony and G1 had met up with us there, and by the end we had sort of lost everyone in the crowd, so when we saw them leaving Jacky and I jumped ship too. Its such a strange feeling to come out of a dank cellar like that club and then have to re-layer over your sweat so you don't freeze of cold. I was wearing four layers last night and I still felt like it was one of the colder nights of my life. Jacky wasn't feeling well so she went home, and I decided to continue on with the other three. The party they were planning on going to next apparently had already died, so we wandered around looking for an open bar. After sitting for awhile in DejaVu (famous in Goettingen not for the reputation that a place named like that would have back home, but for staying open until 10am), we went and got some much needed Doener. I love a city where you can't buy groceries on a Sunday, but you can get Turkish fast food at 5:30 in the morning. Then the longest, coldest bike ride home of my life, and then some much needed sleep.
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