Oh boy...
I need to remember to post here more often. I usually keep everything in my RvB journal. (Free, username Gael.)
So a Scotsman, an Englishman, and an Irish lass are all in a room together. Recipe for disaster?
Last night was just bizarre. I went out with Emily and her friend, and the three of us were in a mind to get FUBAR'ed which should have been a sign early on. Nevertheless, it proved to be entertaining and totally random. I knew the night had potential when we went out to dinner, and for the first time EVER the waiter though I was the German-speaker of the group. Which is funny because I'm only decent in restaurants, and Emily is nearly fluent. Then we head to the pub and start with doubles of rum and coke. I neglected to mention that we felt like really looking the part, and had dressed up in true rockstar fashion. (I was going to wear a mohawk, but chickened out.) Emily and Julia decide to start doing Blowjobs (the shot, lads.) We start rocking out to some classic rock that was playing, and singing obnoxiously and generally causing a scene, which was fun as hell. So we're all just dicking around at the pub and this group of Englishmen walk in and congregate behind us. Eventually one of them taps me on the shoulder is like "Excuse me, you aren't Irish, are you?" I had not been using my accent, but this was the perfect non-drunken opportunity to let it out, and responded in the positive.
I do not remember much after that, but I do recall not having to buy another drink all night. More kept appearing. I think we were talking Irish politics, and I distinctly recall discussing Ian Paisley, and one of them saying "by your accent you're from the South, (meaning the Republic of Ireland) so you must be a Catholic." At some point, Jason shows up with a Russian girl. The next thing I remember is it being 1am, (we arrived at the pub at 9...) and Julia being too drunk to stand and needing to go home. I then realize that I have lost my keys. The spare is in the apartment. Fuck. After much drama, Jason takes Emily and Julia home, and I stay at the bar to keep looking. They are nowhere to be found, and the English guys insist I crash with them overnight. Poor ORM, but I take the offer and leave my number with Alan in case he finds anything while cleaning up. While we're walking, they tell me they're going to break into my house for me, by climbing up and breaking a window. I decline the offer. I remember at one point, the one about my age tell me that he hates Americans (I'm still in the Irish accent) and in my head, I'm laughing hysterically. They're staying on my side of town, and the one who's about my age ushers me off to his room. There is a large Scotsman passed out in the only bed. Apparently the plan was for the Englishman to sleep on the floor. I just want to go to sleep, so I curl up next to the bed. The Scot sees me, decides this will not do, and forces me to trade places. The English guy climbs in with me, so I decide not to even remove my jacket, which was a bad idea in the morning, because it got really hot in there.
Anyway, next morning, I wake up and don't remember where I am for a moment. I debate sneaking out before they wake up, but where would I go? They get up anyway, so too late for that. I nearly forgot they still think I'm Irish, but caught myself before speaking. The English guy kept trying to make out with me, and he was a REALLY bad kisser. Good thing for me I was stronger than him and therefore not really in any danger, but I make it clear I'm not really interested. He jumps in the shower, and I slip away. So I wander Trier for about an hour trying to get ahold of a german-speaking friend to help find a locksmith. I ended up walking across the entire bloody city (obviously a casualty from the previous night) to Jason's and meet up with Em and Julia. I ended up finding my keys in my jacket. WHAT? It's difficult to explain without seeing, but the pocket is apparently just part of the lining, so if items shift out of the main compartment by some freak chance, they can go almost anywhere in the coat. I was previously unaware of this ability, however the keys turned up behind the pocket. So good for not having to call a locksmith.
We didn't realize how much of the night we didn't remember until we were at a sidewalk cafe enjoying coffee and pastries. The English guys from last night walk by!!! Not the one I stayed with, but the others. So I shift into the accent again to keep up the game. Their reaction to drunk Julia was hysterical. Something like "You were unbelievable, girl. I didn't know what you were goin' to do with my foot." We look at him blankly.. none of us remember this. "Yeah, you took my foot and pulled off my shoe-" when we start laughing hysterically at this. He said she was wanton, and they thought it was funny that I didn't even know the name of the guy I stayed with.
So a Scotsman, an Englishman, and an Irish lass are all in a room together. Recipe for disaster?
Last night was just bizarre. I went out with Emily and her friend, and the three of us were in a mind to get FUBAR'ed which should have been a sign early on. Nevertheless, it proved to be entertaining and totally random. I knew the night had potential when we went out to dinner, and for the first time EVER the waiter though I was the German-speaker of the group. Which is funny because I'm only decent in restaurants, and Emily is nearly fluent. Then we head to the pub and start with doubles of rum and coke. I neglected to mention that we felt like really looking the part, and had dressed up in true rockstar fashion. (I was going to wear a mohawk, but chickened out.) Emily and Julia decide to start doing Blowjobs (the shot, lads.) We start rocking out to some classic rock that was playing, and singing obnoxiously and generally causing a scene, which was fun as hell. So we're all just dicking around at the pub and this group of Englishmen walk in and congregate behind us. Eventually one of them taps me on the shoulder is like "Excuse me, you aren't Irish, are you?" I had not been using my accent, but this was the perfect non-drunken opportunity to let it out, and responded in the positive.
I do not remember much after that, but I do recall not having to buy another drink all night. More kept appearing. I think we were talking Irish politics, and I distinctly recall discussing Ian Paisley, and one of them saying "by your accent you're from the South, (meaning the Republic of Ireland) so you must be a Catholic." At some point, Jason shows up with a Russian girl. The next thing I remember is it being 1am, (we arrived at the pub at 9...) and Julia being too drunk to stand and needing to go home. I then realize that I have lost my keys. The spare is in the apartment. Fuck. After much drama, Jason takes Emily and Julia home, and I stay at the bar to keep looking. They are nowhere to be found, and the English guys insist I crash with them overnight. Poor ORM, but I take the offer and leave my number with Alan in case he finds anything while cleaning up. While we're walking, they tell me they're going to break into my house for me, by climbing up and breaking a window. I decline the offer. I remember at one point, the one about my age tell me that he hates Americans (I'm still in the Irish accent) and in my head, I'm laughing hysterically. They're staying on my side of town, and the one who's about my age ushers me off to his room. There is a large Scotsman passed out in the only bed. Apparently the plan was for the Englishman to sleep on the floor. I just want to go to sleep, so I curl up next to the bed. The Scot sees me, decides this will not do, and forces me to trade places. The English guy climbs in with me, so I decide not to even remove my jacket, which was a bad idea in the morning, because it got really hot in there.
Anyway, next morning, I wake up and don't remember where I am for a moment. I debate sneaking out before they wake up, but where would I go? They get up anyway, so too late for that. I nearly forgot they still think I'm Irish, but caught myself before speaking. The English guy kept trying to make out with me, and he was a REALLY bad kisser. Good thing for me I was stronger than him and therefore not really in any danger, but I make it clear I'm not really interested. He jumps in the shower, and I slip away. So I wander Trier for about an hour trying to get ahold of a german-speaking friend to help find a locksmith. I ended up walking across the entire bloody city (obviously a casualty from the previous night) to Jason's and meet up with Em and Julia. I ended up finding my keys in my jacket. WHAT? It's difficult to explain without seeing, but the pocket is apparently just part of the lining, so if items shift out of the main compartment by some freak chance, they can go almost anywhere in the coat. I was previously unaware of this ability, however the keys turned up behind the pocket. So good for not having to call a locksmith.
We didn't realize how much of the night we didn't remember until we were at a sidewalk cafe enjoying coffee and pastries. The English guys from last night walk by!!! Not the one I stayed with, but the others. So I shift into the accent again to keep up the game. Their reaction to drunk Julia was hysterical. Something like "You were unbelievable, girl. I didn't know what you were goin' to do with my foot." We look at him blankly.. none of us remember this. "Yeah, you took my foot and pulled off my shoe-" when we start laughing hysterically at this. He said she was wanton, and they thought it was funny that I didn't even know the name of the guy I stayed with.