The weather here is a cruel joke. Wednesday through Friday it’s hot and sunny with bright rays of sunshine dancing across the windowsill of my class room and mocking me throughout the day, and then the rain comes. I want more than anything to don my red bathing and matching lips at the beach all weekend but nature seems to want to keep me indoors. Every Friday for the past 3 weeks as the clock strikes quitting time the sky seems to open up and dump gallons of water all over my weekend plans.
Instead of playing volley ball I pay hide and seek with raindrops and have to make other plans. This weekend I hung out with my friend from university, since his love is out of town. We walked about 20 miles on Saturday and finally ended up at a German beer hall down town. I love this place. They serve excellent German beer in authentic steins for a reasonable price. After about my third half litre beer I looked at the glasses hanging above me with hazy eyes and it suddenly donned on me "I have drunk far more beer today than water ". Drinking from bottles or smaller glasses changes your perspective versus when you actually see the ominously huge glasses wavering over you. The amount of liquid you have consumed becomes very real at that point. However, I went to the number two party school in the US (according to playboy in 2006) and even though I am out of practice by comparison I can still hold my liquor. After I left my friend and ran from overhang to overhang I found myself at the grocery store, slightly drunk, a little worse for wear but very hungry. I tried to make sense of the vegetables but my mind was stuck on cheese. I walked away with a basket full of random things, that I could probably only make one decent meal out, of and three more bottles of wine. By the time I got home my buzz had worn off from all of the walking and rain and luckily my roommate had made something edible for dinner, I still don’t know what I bought. I kicked back and relaxed for a girl’s night in. I had enough of battling with the elements for one day.
Yakan sumba!
Instead of playing volley ball I pay hide and seek with raindrops and have to make other plans. This weekend I hung out with my friend from university, since his love is out of town. We walked about 20 miles on Saturday and finally ended up at a German beer hall down town. I love this place. They serve excellent German beer in authentic steins for a reasonable price. After about my third half litre beer I looked at the glasses hanging above me with hazy eyes and it suddenly donned on me "I have drunk far more beer today than water ". Drinking from bottles or smaller glasses changes your perspective versus when you actually see the ominously huge glasses wavering over you. The amount of liquid you have consumed becomes very real at that point. However, I went to the number two party school in the US (according to playboy in 2006) and even though I am out of practice by comparison I can still hold my liquor. After I left my friend and ran from overhang to overhang I found myself at the grocery store, slightly drunk, a little worse for wear but very hungry. I tried to make sense of the vegetables but my mind was stuck on cheese. I walked away with a basket full of random things, that I could probably only make one decent meal out, of and three more bottles of wine. By the time I got home my buzz had worn off from all of the walking and rain and luckily my roommate had made something edible for dinner, I still don’t know what I bought. I kicked back and relaxed for a girl’s night in. I had enough of battling with the elements for one day.
Yakan sumba!
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