Last night I went to the pub with Norbert and Jochen, P.E. teacher and I'm-not-sure-what, respectively. I think that being away from Leeds has lowered my drinking threshold somewhat. Although Altenberg was an excellent introduction to Germany for the liver, the fact that I now drink more chocolate milk than, literally, anything else, has made beer a little more potent.
This became evident last night. I don't know what the measurement is, its certainly not pints. Fluid capacity is probably measured in kilometres like everything else here. Whatever the case, we started the night with a fairly small beer each, which Norbert wasn't too taken with, and then in the second pub, we started knocking back larger glasses. I'll put last nights intake at about 4 pints.
For Leeds, UK, binge drinking capital of the world, this would be of little difficulty, without consequence. Here in Neuerburg, after a sober month, I actually felt the effects a little quicker, which surprised me. Not that I was complaining, as we all know that alcohol improves your foreign language. I think my fluency may have come at the price of the conversation topic, as apparently Norbert doesn't like the Turks, and even Jochen, who is timid anyway, seemed to share some common ground here.
To hear someone say, in German, that towns were much cleaner (in every sense) before the arrival of immigrants is an awkward thing to sit through. Old habits die hard I guess.
This became evident last night. I don't know what the measurement is, its certainly not pints. Fluid capacity is probably measured in kilometres like everything else here. Whatever the case, we started the night with a fairly small beer each, which Norbert wasn't too taken with, and then in the second pub, we started knocking back larger glasses. I'll put last nights intake at about 4 pints.
For Leeds, UK, binge drinking capital of the world, this would be of little difficulty, without consequence. Here in Neuerburg, after a sober month, I actually felt the effects a little quicker, which surprised me. Not that I was complaining, as we all know that alcohol improves your foreign language. I think my fluency may have come at the price of the conversation topic, as apparently Norbert doesn't like the Turks, and even Jochen, who is timid anyway, seemed to share some common ground here.
To hear someone say, in German, that towns were much cleaner (in every sense) before the arrival of immigrants is an awkward thing to sit through. Old habits die hard I guess.
