Germany, Germany, obove all others!
Ok, I've had quite a few shots before writing this...but here goes:
I'm going to Germany tomorrow. I'm going to have lots of fun and drink so much white wine that I'll probably throw up a couple of times. While this may make my friends and wife-to-be question their associations with me! I've packed my bags, and even in the brief moment when I was sober I'm pretty sure I've taken care of everything. You know what weinerschnitzel tastes like when you throw it up in a hostel toilet at 4am? I will! You know how it feels to talk about The War when it's totally inappropriate? Shall I! Prepare for the peacetime invasion of die faterlund with bicycles (or something like that...maybe with better spelling). Tune in to your local, neighborhood LJ to find out what super-important, trip-ruining articles I forgot to pack because I have a serious, medical problem with alcohol! I'm coming home on the 29th...maybe. Last time I went to Germany the customs agent didn't stamp my passport and a FUCKING GIANT wanted to forbid me from leaving the country. I thought that if you were white you didn't have to worry about immegration bullshit. Okay, I'm sorry that this post is getting a little offensive; I don't mean to be. I'm just trying to be clever with 4 shots of tequila. Certainly not working. Agreed. Look, this is just what happens when Sarah leaves me alone for a month. However (<--my favorite word!), it will be fun to check this journal again to see how the trip went, right? I may even post pictures (assuming the camera survives the trip). Look, I can't over-estimate the comedic value of being thrashed on a bicycle, and that HAS to count for something.
I'm going to Germany tomorrow. I'm going to have lots of fun and drink so much white wine that I'll probably throw up a couple of times. While this may make my friends and wife-to-be question their associations with me! I've packed my bags, and even in the brief moment when I was sober I'm pretty sure I've taken care of everything. You know what weinerschnitzel tastes like when you throw it up in a hostel toilet at 4am? I will! You know how it feels to talk about The War when it's totally inappropriate? Shall I! Prepare for the peacetime invasion of die faterlund with bicycles (or something like that...maybe with better spelling). Tune in to your local, neighborhood LJ to find out what super-important, trip-ruining articles I forgot to pack because I have a serious, medical problem with alcohol! I'm coming home on the 29th...maybe. Last time I went to Germany the customs agent didn't stamp my passport and a FUCKING GIANT wanted to forbid me from leaving the country. I thought that if you were white you didn't have to worry about immegration bullshit. Okay, I'm sorry that this post is getting a little offensive; I don't mean to be. I'm just trying to be clever with 4 shots of tequila. Certainly not working. Agreed. Look, this is just what happens when Sarah leaves me alone for a month. However (<--my favorite word!), it will be fun to check this journal again to see how the trip went, right? I may even post pictures (assuming the camera survives the trip). Look, I can't over-estimate the comedic value of being thrashed on a bicycle, and that HAS to count for something.