With one week left in Munich, it became time to start doing all the things we wanted to squeeze in before leaving. We tried to go dancing on Wednesday night, but the club we ended up at - 089 - was packed to the rafters. It was barely even possible to bounce up and down! We danced as long as we could stand the confined space, then went to sit on a balcony outside. A few guys nearby soon befriended us, curious about where we're from. We explained where we live and what we do, and instantly we were heroes. :) It feels very strange to call myself a writer when asked what I do, but what else can I say? That is what I've been doing to make money! What a dream come true!
One guy was particularly fascinated by pickup, and wanted to hear all about how to get girls. Meanwhile, a girl was trying to get his attention and he shooed her away. :) 1st rule of attracting women: don't ignore them in favor of talking to us!!
The rest of the week has been pretty quiet...Holy Home (where a bartender tried to kick Jon out for asking that an incorrect drink order be fixed!), working under the bridge again (where I learned - the hard way - that the water temperature is actually quite pleasant), a last trip for currywurst and fries, and another night at Oktoberfest. We ended up in a tent we hadn't seen yet - can't remember the name of it, unfortunately. It was a typical night in a tent...lots of toasts with random people, lots of singing, lots of dancing with strangers. After the tent closed we wandered amongst the rides, enjoying the incredible people watching opportunities that Oktoberfest offers. I also finally got the candy apple I've been aching for, and Jon got the giant bratwurst he's wanted. Both were quite delicious. :)
The highlight of that particular night, however, was the "friend" we made on our way out of the park. It's really no wonder other countries often have such bad impressions of Americans...I haven't met a single cool American since we've been here! This particular guy was from Alabama (I know, I know...a red flag already) and was stationed in Munich with the Army. Good God, I hope there aren't too many like him representing our country abroad via the military! He was nothing but loud and obnoxious and rude. And don't get me wrong - it was hilarious for a while - but it got old fast!
He accompanied us to the street where all the clubs are, all the while regaling us with stories about how he's sick of German girls because apparently he's gotten so many of them since he's been here that he's totally over it. My favorite story was about accidentally talking to a girl who turned out to be a tranny and then sprinting down the block to get away from her, because apparently if he'd stayed a second longer he might have suddenly found himself feeling the urge to put on a dress and prance around in a pair of stilettos to the dulcet tones of Cher and Barbra. I pointed out that if he couldn't tell it wasn't a natural girl right away, he should actually consider himself lucky - he'd found a good tranny! - but he seemed less than impressed with my rationalization. :) *pats self on back*
All of the clubs were packed - a Saturday during Oktoberfest! - so before he could follow us any farther, we told him we were going to go check out a gay party. If you're going to be a homophobic ass, I can at least use it to my advantage, right?! He left us immediately, and we headed to Eden, the bar next to the gay club. Dancing like fools and an unexpected meeting with old friends from the beginning of our trip completed the night.
Fun Fact: The word for shot (as in "a shot of vodka") in German is "schnell," which technically translates to "fast" or "quick"...I thought that was cute. :)
Other than that, we're trying our hardest to learn a little Hungarian before we arrive in Budapest on Thursday, but I'm finding it surprisingly difficult. The hardest language I've tried to learn so far, actually. I've also diligently been studying theories on how to create effective plots and characters, in preparation for starting to outline my new story. It's getting pretty exciting...I've never really actually studied this stuff before, but from what I'm reading I've already been doing a lot of stuff naturally! It's very encouraging!
Also encouraging: the little bro smashed a track record that had been held for four years, and pulled off a top three finish with a broken car!
I spy, with my little eye, two siblings with very rosy futures... :)
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