So on saturday night I went to my first pub. Had I known I was going to one, I would have dressed up nicer. See, I was under the impression that I, being the designated driver (everyone else had something to drink so I was the logical choice), would drive them down to Burger King. By the way, seeing as I had little experience of my surrounding neighborhood (sad, I know), I relied on them to give me directions. Plus I don't actually have my N yet...Needless to say, I was tricked! Duped!!
Ack, why didn't they tell me, thought I as I looked down at my Super Mario t-shirt and plaid pj's.
My god, we were the youngest people inside that place! It was filled with old, shapeless women (and their respective men) dancing drunkenly to terrible country tunes. One of my friends said I was the best looking person there, hands down. Gee, even with my Super Mario shirt?
We sat down. They had a pitcher, I had a coke. The whole scene was pretty sad, really. My chair was wobbly, and there was an old creepy man leering in our direction. He must have not liked Mario much. One of my friends had gotten up to go to the bathroom but had been promptly stopped by this obviously intoxicated man. He claimed that he knew him from another lifetime, and that he was 170 years old. Personally, I think he may have been trying to hit on him.
Oh yes, I saw a David Hasselhoff music video, I think it was called 'Hooked on a Feeling' or something. Actually, it is ... you can watch it right
here .... He's actually not a bad singer, erm-wait, I mean to ask Why is he popular in Germany?
In case you wondered, we eventually did make our way to Burger King.