Holy Jesus
It's 3:30 in the morning. Hurrah for Christopher Street Day (gay pride) and people in my social circle hooking up with others in the circle (no I didn't do anything).
The guy from Hungary living on our floor is a kick. We can only speak German because he doesn't know a lot of English. He's a riot.
Lets just hope the drunken hooking ups don't make thing awkward in the social circles.
And for the third night in a row, the new Sarah is sleeping in my room instead of hers. She's slept here now more than her place. The bus and trams don't run late enough.
The guy from Hungary living on our floor is a kick. We can only speak German because he doesn't know a lot of English. He's a riot.
Lets just hope the drunken hooking ups don't make thing awkward in the social circles.
And for the third night in a row, the new Sarah is sleeping in my room instead of hers. She's slept here now more than her place. The bus and trams don't run late enough.