GERMANY
Because I'm so cool and whatnot, I've started getting invitations to parties now by people who don't actually know me. This has certainly been the case this week, after not only going to a birthday party of a kid who goes to school 15km away, I was also able to get in on the same school's end of year party last night, after spending all day at a school fete for alcoholics. Anywhere where you pay €5.50 for a card worth about 12 beers is just asking for something.
What with having nothing to do now, combined with about 5 places where I'm always guaranteed a place to stay within 30km and hordes of people inexplicably knowing who I am, this stream of parties has become quite a normal thing.
So, uh.
Today I threw up. A great deal.
I suppose this serves me right for not turning down any drinks sent my way and not eating a great deal at the school fete thing (Schulkirmes, they call it here). I believe the clincher may have been a single shot of Jim Beam, whisky being stuff which I tend to avoid post christmas 2008, but which was persistently forced upon me by some fat kid wearing a hat, which I eventually downed just to make him go away.
Having not had a pukey hangover for a while, it still astounds me how easily the first few rounds of vom come considering they most definitely have the most content, and yet you struggle through all the subsequent ones even though it's pretty much just bile. I should be a scientist.
And boy, did the weather get crap recently. Last week I packed my suitcase in what was retrospectively a bit of a pre-emptive, pre-emptive strike seeing as I don't leave for another 4 days. I wrestled with the fucker for about half an hour getting the zip shut, with my shorts right near the front and my coats buried somewhere because we were having an absolute heatwave, and all of a sudden the temperature plummets to about 9° and it starts pissing rain all day, and I have to unpack and reshuffle my far-more-clothes-than-expected wardrobe.
I believe German weatherman are to blame. And yes, it's old hat to blame the weathermen for the weather, but the weather forecasts in Germany are about as accurate as picking lottery numbers, and it's all in German anyway. Stop telling me about fronts from the North, strong wind from the South west and some other shit from the East, just tell me whether my coat or my shorts should be packed at the front of my suitcase.
Because I'm so cool and whatnot, I've started getting invitations to parties now by people who don't actually know me. This has certainly been the case this week, after not only going to a birthday party of a kid who goes to school 15km away, I was also able to get in on the same school's end of year party last night, after spending all day at a school fete for alcoholics. Anywhere where you pay €5.50 for a card worth about 12 beers is just asking for something.
What with having nothing to do now, combined with about 5 places where I'm always guaranteed a place to stay within 30km and hordes of people inexplicably knowing who I am, this stream of parties has become quite a normal thing.
So, uh.
Today I threw up. A great deal.
I suppose this serves me right for not turning down any drinks sent my way and not eating a great deal at the school fete thing (Schulkirmes, they call it here). I believe the clincher may have been a single shot of Jim Beam, whisky being stuff which I tend to avoid post christmas 2008, but which was persistently forced upon me by some fat kid wearing a hat, which I eventually downed just to make him go away.
Having not had a pukey hangover for a while, it still astounds me how easily the first few rounds of vom come considering they most definitely have the most content, and yet you struggle through all the subsequent ones even though it's pretty much just bile. I should be a scientist.
And boy, did the weather get crap recently. Last week I packed my suitcase in what was retrospectively a bit of a pre-emptive, pre-emptive strike seeing as I don't leave for another 4 days. I wrestled with the fucker for about half an hour getting the zip shut, with my shorts right near the front and my coats buried somewhere because we were having an absolute heatwave, and all of a sudden the temperature plummets to about 9° and it starts pissing rain all day, and I have to unpack and reshuffle my far-more-clothes-than-expected wardrobe.
I believe German weatherman are to blame. And yes, it's old hat to blame the weathermen for the weather, but the weather forecasts in Germany are about as accurate as picking lottery numbers, and it's all in German anyway. Stop telling me about fronts from the North, strong wind from the South west and some other shit from the East, just tell me whether my coat or my shorts should be packed at the front of my suitcase.
