slacking

so i ought to be working right now but well, i selected the bake shop as my area today and already made my brownies...life in k-town is different...almost as expected...military people are just that, military except ive met a few interesting characters so far to give some of them a little credit...dad mentions why dont u go active duty and get stationed in germany and i say not so much...it is american here, im sure if i had transportation of any sort into town itd be a little different, but not much...at the bars this weekend people spoke english, which was nice, but not all that exciting...what it comes down to though really isnt whether a place is american or german but the people, we all know this...and most people ive talked to dont like it here...which is odd to me, i dont understand it i guess...many of them miss home, friends, families, toys, who knows, and of course there are days i do the same, but i think its all worth the experience and its seems military americans here dont appriciate that or "been there, done that" and well, thats fine, im not going to knock someone for how they feel about a place, but i dont feel the same way and therefore dont connect on certain levels with this mentality...oh well, life goes on, ill be happy to be home in a few weeks but i know im going to want to be back here to do things i didnt get a chance to do, and well, ill be back, i know it, when is the only question...so until im back, ill live in this military community, go out once or twice a week, and get by just working and earning money for that next trip overseas which of course is, already booked...

playing catch up...

so ive been busy, well sorta...and without internet, well sorta...this is how my day typically goes these days...

wake up 530, shower, catch bus 630, arrive 700, check email until 715, work until 1600, catch bus 1615, home at 1645. eat, watch tv, sleep.

shit its 1715, need to catch 1730 bus, ill finish next time.

sunlight?!

hangovers are a necessary evil yet still evil...perhaps it was never intended for people to drink until the sun comes up, but i seem to have a problem with that lately...i know i said i was never going to a club again but somehow wes talks my drunk ass into it last night because its not a typical hip-hop playing hoebagging place...so i agreed and we headed out to a private club party, vip shit thing, with a few of his german buddies...it was actually a good time and drinks were not outragous as they typically tend to be at the other clubs...the night culminated with several people getting drunk ass phone calls from me for the first time from germany as i was celebrating the completion of my school bullshit...

as far as the hangover goes its effect is going to be random stories im trying to remember from the past week or so...here goes.

we ate pizza this week at a place down the street. so i had this idea back awhile ago about starting a pizza delivery joint that also delivers beer and movies...well in germany its already been done, except the movie thing...stupid fucking american laws...anyways, we're sitting outside drinking a beer waiting for our corn, salami, peppers, and tomatoes...and these three kids are out playing hide-n-go-seek in front of the pizza joint while dad waits...it was fun to watch these kids run around, having fun, in the most random way possible...

speaking of food...we visited the local butcher shop, bakery, and grocery store this week...this might not seem like a big deal and well, really it isnt, but usually we buy most our food on post...its cheaper for one and more variety, or just perhaps more american...but it got me thinking...if and when i live in a foreign country for real, i wanna actually live in it, not be given the luxuries of going on post to buy my "american" shit...sure its nice but isnt it kinda cheating? i think so...we paid more but we got fresh meat, fresh bread, and well, not so fresh but still good potato salad...and it was what every other german does...no walmarts, no king soupers, no walgreens, just local shops...

ive finally found the best donor stand in town and its damn good...eatin twice since and none compares...meat is juicy and lots lots lots of it, plus you get cucumbers instead of salat...i like it, good drunken and sober meal, all for 3E, im gonna miss these things, taco bell is good drunk but donors are better...

thats it, i killed the rest of my memory last night...out.

beer + fundraiser

munich or muchen beer is by far the best beer in germany...last night i started off on this paulener doblebock (or however u spell it) which is essentially double the alcohol content for the same price...think around 8 percent...now ive been a fan lately of munich beer and it came as no surprise this was yet another one to put in my top 10...needless to say the night started off good...

next came walking through the city-centre where we found a band performing on a stage in the middle of the platz...nothing new, it happens all the time, but this happened to be a fundraiser for the red cross...thats right the red cross, 50 cents of every beer purchased went directly to the red cross, how cool is that? once again, only in germany, never in america...the band rocked btw but ended around 1030 so we kept walking.

yet another fundraiser was taking place, this time it was what i call the bachelorette party fund...the bride-to-be dresses up in a chicken suit or a white tshirt collecting signatures or any number of things (we saw about 5 of these groups)...her girlfriends walk her around town and sell shooters to random people (like us) on the street...the money made goes to support the wedding costs or the night out on the town costs or whatever...so we supported multiple brides last night in addition to the red cross.

next it was back to rob roys, an irish pub in the downtown area...local patch band was playing again and we went to show our support and drink a few newcastles...jammed out to hits like summer of 69 and brown eyed girl, good times...another first for me happened when one of the band members wife, who was getting all wasted with us and dancing, asked when i was leaving because her daughter, who she claims is hot, would be in town in a week or so...well judging by the mom id have to say itd be a worth a drink in the bar to find out, count me in...but how weird yet crazy, again, only in germany...

home

everyone asks when im coming home. typically i respond with end of june because i have a ticket back around that time. but really im not sure its home. i mean, where is my home?

lets see, i was born in houston, texas, at the age of 3 i moved to venice, florida, at the age of 10 i moved to round rock, texas, at the age of 16 i moved to holyoke, colorado, and at the age of 17 i moved to fort collins, colorado. since then i lived for 2 months in kentucky, 2 months in virginia, and 2 months in san antonio. now i have lived 4 months in germany. my parents moved from holyoke to denver to silverthorne.

so where is home? where am i supposed to return home to? why am i supposed to come home anyways? what exactly am i supposed to do back in colorado once i get off the plane?

i want of course to see friends and family again this is unquestionable but what do i want to do after this has been a reaccuring theme in my life, my blogs, my conversations...south america sounds nice, living in germany sounds nice, surfing in california sounds nice, snowbuming in france sounds nice...how am i to decide? i dont know really and i really dont want to make the choice, but im ready to start thinking about it more seriously now that my time here teaching is over.

but what i really do know is this little voice in my head saying stay away, stay here, go there, but dont return to "home" for anything more than a tune up in the pit stop.

going out

going out to eat in germany isnt like back home...and here are a few short reasons why...

typically u walk into the restaurant, see and open table, and sit down...there may or may not be a host/ess but who cares, its doesnt matter...its not like u put ur name on a list and wait for a table ONLY ur size to be seated...u sit at the table u want wherever it is no matter the size...like tonight, we sat at a table for 6 or 7 but there was only 3 of us, no problem...

so whata u do with the extra seats...well u share...how does that work? well two more people come in, look for a table, nothing completely open, look for a partial table, ask if there is a room, sit down...like tonight, we 3 are sitting at our table, guy walks in, see room, ask to join us, of course we agree, we have no more people joining us...thats the way it works here...few minutes later, two more people walk in, guess what, we still have room...take a seat, its all good...no not speaking german im typically outta the loop, but steve does so we strike up a conversation with first dude...he is just having a beer while we are eating...seems he had interesting stories to tell...

one of which is this...back in the day, before refrigerators were invented, people still brewed beer...and well, it wasnt warm, somehow they had to keep it cold right? how, well this guy explained to us how it worked while he was growing up...as a hockey player/ice skater, when the ponds froze over in the winter they'd be out playing, practicing, etc...the brewer down the road however needed ice, so they would come to the nearby lakes and literally cut chuncks of ice outta the lake, big ass blocks of pure ice...then theyd truckem back to the brewery and store the beer in the cellar with these ice blocks keeping it cold all winter long, genious idea...but how did this work out for the hockey players? well it meant a few fell into the water...see after the ice was cut, the lake would freeze over again but the ice wasnt nearly as thick in those spots so people would fall in and require a rope to get out...all in the name of drinking cold beer and playing hockey...

a story we'd never have known had it not been for germany style restaurant seating...and there is more i was going to write about but in all honesty, im drunk and cannot think anymore soo good night and ciao...

rainy days

if one is going to have a hangover there ought to be certain things that occur to ease the pain of the day...in not so much a real order, these are my recommendations...

0) wakeup around 11:56am...but not past noon, that way u dont feel like u've wasted half the day already.

1) when u cannot move farther than out from under the covers, its nice to know its raining outside and u'd be stuck inside anyways...open up the window and let in the cool breeze, let the raindrops pelter the roof in a calming, soothing rythym and listen to the thunder roar in the background.

2) checkout your hair in the mirror and think to yourself, did i really look like this when i exited the last bar last night? smile and admire your achievement, perhaps take a morning after picture.

3) down a few drugs, your drug of choice, tylenol, advil, excedrin, your pick...drink em down with a little water or better yet, green tea...its good medicine green tea...and find a few tums or rolaids to kill that stomach pain....some argue a beer calms the stomach too, your call.

4) take a shit...this isnt something u volunteerily do, it usually forces itself on you...and perhaps more than once or twice, but its relief none-the-less...open the window in the bathroom however, the smells are not conducive for recovery purposes.

5) eat whatever ur stomach can handle, typically not a big meal, something light and snack the rest of the time until dinner where u can pig out, i recommend pasta or steak/potato or indian...

6) check myspace, hotmail, and cell phone to find out the emails, txts, and comments left in your drunken state of mind...this however isnt always a good thing but better to know than be surprised when u get a response you werent expecting or are clueless about. dont however try to retract or delete anything, its pointless and the majority of people forgive u in the name of booze or perhaps will congratulate u for a job well done.

7) watch "the sure thing" starring john cusac...it gives u hope that even assholes such as yourself can get what they want...that and its a good roadtrip, drinking movie...

8) attempt to remember the night before and the girls (or guys) u talked to and whatever ur chances really werent. try to remember if u were supposed to meet anyone for lunch or partying again...recall whether or not they were really hot or not, probably not, so dont worry about it.

9) upload pictures from the night before if u didnt lose your camera or cell phone...if you did, shit happens, go out and buy a new one for tonight.

10) take a nap. or two. this will hopefully subside many of the hangover symptoms. if it doesnt refer to drinking a beer advice above.

11) take a shower...although ur hair is in excellent condition u need to scrub all the booze from your skin, and smoke in the hair, itll take away the negative smells that keep reminding u of how much u drank and/or smoked the night before. stay in long enough to use up all the hot water and perhaps even get a quick snoooze as the water drizzles over your head. beer in the shower here also works good.

12) listen to mellow music while attempting to take your nap or rock out to punk rock when u first awake...music no matter the style also calms the nerves reacting to the massive amounts of whiskey u consumed.

13) write a blog...or two.

14) get ready for tonight, itll be bigger.

15) tomorrow, repeat 1 to 13...

yo quero

i want to see latin america...sure europe is a blast, fun places, fun people, fun beer, but its too damn expensive...so im going to hitchhike to south america via mexico and central america...my latest and greatest idea yet.

but its not new...see, phil and i were going to be teachers, both of us, except he never got into the teaching program...but before this we said we'd go down to south american and teach english after college for 6 months or so...well phil is getting married now and im in europe and well, i still have this yearning desire to really learn spanish language and latin american culture...ill just have to do it without phil...and if im going to continuing buming around traveling here and there i need to do it on a budget of nothing, the dollar is worth alot more in sa/la anyways...

so here is how it work, first i select a homebase, somewhere i can get everything ready before the trip across the border, you know pack the sunscreen and shit...there are a few places in mind right now, first is mcallen texas, where my uncle lives...he has taken many a bus trip down into mexico and really could provide a good starting point, advice, perhaps even drive us across the border a ways...my second option is pheonix, i owe sara a visit anyways, and jill and the rest of the crew down there in az...third option could be san diego, but i think i want to take the eastern route through mexico and into cuidad de mexico rather than the baja route, catch a ferry thing, but who knows...so thats the first decision that needs to be made, where is basecamp?

next i need someone to come with me. sure i could do it alone but well, i dont want to, its not as much fun that way...they say for hitchhiking, 2 is better than 3, but ive also read u can pull it of with 3, but no no more...reason is really space, but if we use the backs of trucks, we should be okay, and as long as its only one guy with 2 girls, or 1 guy, 1 girl or 2 guys we're okay, just not 2 guys and a girl...see the girls will get the ride for the guy...so thats the next question, who is coming with me?

third step is research...not too much because it takes all the fun out of it, but collecting maps, making acquaintences in cities for places to stop and rest, eat, drink and sleep...ive found quite a bit online already, but just google for "hitchhiking mexico" if ur interested...

next up, money...well start with a little i will, but not alot...the less u have the less u spend and learn to survive, wash dishes, etc. forces u to talk to people, learn the language, communicate via different forms (hands, eyes)...if we get to a place we want to stay for a period of time, we can find english teaching jobs if we need to...some say u need a certification or to pass a test for this, but from what ive read it just depends...you might not make as much without papers but its not always required, well just see, who knows, thats the point, having no clue...

so whats next? no idea...will this happen, i have no idea, but im going to try and push and push and push myself (and someone or two) else to come with me because itll be one hella an experience...

motivation

so i was chatting with anna tonight...which well, i havent done in forever long i cannot even remember...and for some reason i started rambling about whats been on my mind the most...

where did all my motivation go? as a freshman i took a class where we typed up a futuristic resume, where we wanted to be after 4 years of college...i had grande ol' plans to be apart of this student organization and that one, get one bad ass internship that paid big money, perhaps even land a part-time job, and of course continue my web development/consulting business...

well i think i accomplished 1.5 of those things...i got a job...whoohoo...not to hate on my previous employments, i learned valuable skills from all my jobs...but thats not the point i was making tonight, tonight was about my lack of motivation now to do anything now that ive completed my degree...and i dont think its recently that i lost it, the question is, where did i lose it?

anna suggested in college, from the realization that you cannot make a difference in the world...i think there are movies out there about both sides of this topic, can one person make a difference in the world? now a teacher might say perhaps not the world but in one child and thats all that matters...a politician is going to say of course i can make a difference, so elect me and ill listen to you and together we'll make a fucking difference...and then there is the vietnam veteran who says we're all fucking crazy and the world is going to hell in a hurry if we continue to fight wars and not promote peace (and he lives on 16th street in denver)...of course there are genuine people who really believe that all it takes is one person...and the ones close in thought to them that say if we all "think" we can make a difference then together each of us will contribute individually just enough to an overall improvement in society...but again, this isnt where the conversation really went...

who knows where it went but its gone, perhaps because everything i invisioned doing i know i can do if i really want to, but i just chose not too...but i have motivation still, not that academically or career challenging motivation...right now that is to travel, to entertain, to socialize...all in an effort to experience as many cultures in this world as possible and see as many wonderful things as possible...but reality says i cannot do this with the ends...

the simplist end is money, so lets start with that...people work a lifetime to support themselves, what they love and who they love...all to retire at an old age and then, then travel, see the world, meet new people, hangout with friends, without a worry in the world where the next meal, ticket, or beer is going to come from because of the time invested...well i say fuck that...why should i have to work my whole life to save up for a time i dont even know if im going to be around for? why can i not live my life how i want to right now at this very moment?

well, it goes back to means...we force ourselves to earn a living in order to support our desires...we compromise true happiness for a medium...i had a conversation the other day about selecting the best of the worst...or perhaps the life that allows the greatest level of satisfaction comparitively...hell i even taught my students a lesson on opportunity costs...the reality although its bullshit...is we must give up a little of what we want to get the majority of it...and my ending thought is, which part do i want to give up?

i hate reality.

i miss

so im not a misser...someone who misses things...typically that is...but the other day i was asked what i miss from the states...and i rattled off things like comedy central and vh1/mtv, ice and freezers, good steaks and baked potatoes...you know, lifes simple pleasures...

but what i really ought to have said was people...so here goes, hopefully this isnt too soppy and shit but i wanna let people know what on my hungover mind and really why i spend so much damn time on myspace...

jason...where do i start...i miss a messy roommate who can sleep 10 hours during the day and not give a shit...someone who says its my turn to buy the next round or dinner...someone who encourages me spending large sums of money i really dont have and burries my ass into debt...someone who likes to take only two runs in a day and call it a good day of snowboarding...someone who listens to my bullshit and doesnt always tell me its bullshit...someone who smokes a pack of cigarettes with me to calm the nerves after some bitch pissed me off...someone who loves to travel to random places at random times with little notice...someone who has helped make me who i am yet allowed me to be who i want to be without question...

mariah...i miss a fun big sister...someone who lets me sleep on her porch, couch, floor whenever i need it without any notice...someone who treats me like family...someone who encourages me to do stupid shit just so she can laugh at me...someone who sends me notes from across the ocean on bar receipts...someone who takes me to the only movies i ever see in a theatre because no one else ever goes to the movies or asks...someone who dresses up on halloween and keeps my ass typically out of trouble on those long nights...someone who always wants to spend new years eve with my drunkenass...someone who takes me to random favorite restaurants around denver...

nick...i miss a retardedly crazy buddy...someone who does stupid shit even though he knows its a bad idea and will be hurting the next day from it...someone who flys halfway around the world after a long streak of text messages sent while sitting in a bar drinking my ass stupid...someone who pushes me out on the slopes to go beyond what i think i can do...someone who knows when its time to go home after a long night but hits up that last bar with you and gets a second wind...someone who honest to god enjoys their job...someone who doesnt mind sounding like an american hick because thats who they are...someone that makes u hit on fat ugly chicks because they need a wingman...someone who lived only 3 doors down...someone who taught me how to drink large amounts of beer...someone who wants to move to europe after only one trip to become a skibum in a foreign country...

jeremy...i miss trent...someone who makes up a new name for themselves for too many randomly odd reasons...someone who isnt surprised when i drive 15 hours through the night just to spend one night on his couch after a football game without any forwarning...someone who drinks jager likes its applejuice...someone who knows when they are too drunk and disappears from the bar without a sound...someone who rides longboards to the bars in pb...someone who calls stops by at 2am day after christmas to go body surfing in the fucking cold ass ocean without a wetsuit of any kind...someone who likes sushi just as much as me...someone who likes asians just as much as me...someone who still thinks they are 14 and cant break a bone in his body if he tried doing stupid shit on big boy toys...someone who can drive like a bat outta hell and pull right turns at 90 miles an hour but not left turns...someone who never calls u back but u never call back either because u dont have too...someone who respects the decisions i make but still makes fun of me for them...

james...i miss fellow computer nerds...someone who knows you more than you really think they do...someone who goes on random trips to london just because...someone who cant wait for the next trip...someone who no matter how long its been since you've seen or heard from everythings the same...someone who is just as big or bigger of a nerd and doesnt mind admitting to it...someone who sells tshirts and love it...someone who plays enormous amounts of online games...someone who will kick my ass at any video game i try no matter how hard i try or dont...someone who also has a degree in IT and thinks its just as worthless as i do...someone who ive known since birth even if i cant remember that far back...someone who i will know until death even if i dont remember that far forward...

jeremy...i miss stupid friends...someone who lets me give them large amounts of shit because they can take it and dish it right back at me...someone who fucks up perfectly good relationships with hot chicks and doesnt care...someone who most always gets the hot chick and you cannot figure out why still...someone who will take the fat girl home and could care less...someone who knows how to blame every last thing on booze and really believes it...someone who eats rasta pasta whenever i have a craving...someone who wakes up at 11 when class doesnt start until 2 just to eat lunch with you...someone who rolls out of bed always wondering what they did the night before and no one else really knows either...someone who allows their girlfriend to hit on you all night long because he is hitting on her friends...someone who picks my ass up because i dont wanna drink and drive home from the sundance...someone who is always trying to say he should cut back on boozing but never does when ur around...someone who does dumber shit drunk than i do...someone who really is one of those good guys...

katrina...i miss my punk rock chick...someone who always seems to be hiding a few hot friends...someone who when having troubles with relationships isnt afraid to admit when...someone who listens to you when ur having issues...someone who writes you super-ass long emails...someone who loves conor oneils as much as i do...someone who crawls out of bed and without "fixing" herself goes to breakfast on the shared hangover...someone who lets u randomly passout in any number of places in her house...someone who has a crazy brother who will just about kill himself for good entertainment...someone who loves mxpx...someone who takes care of you after one long long long night...someone who parties so hard with you on her 21st birthday u cannot eat until dinner the next day...someone who lets u walk into her house at any random time of the day or night just to say hi and bye...someone who dislikes her landlord just as do i...someone who doesnt remind you of the dumbass shit you did last night ever again...someone who forgives and forgets...

jaque...i miss drunk blonde girls...someone who has big boobs and enjoys showing them off...someone who drinks 15 shots on halloween with you and doesnt puke...someone who introduces me to random hot chicks...someone who will take any combination of drinks/shots without questioning or thinking twice...someone who seats my drunk and smelly ass for breakfast away from the little kids and parents eating after chuch lunch...someone who says what the fuck did i do last night just as much as i...someone who blames every stupidass thing they do on the booze...someone who flashes and makes out with the bartender for free drinks...someone who enjoys the scumdance...someone who drinks for the sole purpose of getting drunk and stupid and nothing else...someone who refuses to grow up and be responsible in life...

so it isnt even close to a full list of people or things but its about all i can write at my current state of mind so if ur not included above u know u really are its just not written in words on a screen or a paper but known in a heart soul or mind...and perhaps ill get around to adding more laters...cheers.

who decided

that drinking shots of tequilla was a good idea? okay so sometimes it is but today like today arent much fun because of that person we all know and dearly hate, screw u jose...

so yesterday wasnt exactly cinco de mayo anymore but its easier to throw a party on a saturday than a friday being we have these things called students...of course i had a marg and a corona after track practice friday at the teachers cdm party in the science wing...yeah, so about this party, i actually remember most everything from the night which is an amazing feat considering the amount of tequilla literally poured down my throat...see pictures if i get around to uploading them...and all in all it was a good party and a fun night but yes i still have a few issues...

i dont like clubs...when i was younger, which wasnt so long ago im told by all the "old" people i hangout with...i had fun at them, id dance sober or drunk and despite the fact im a horrible dancer im better than most drunks...but now, now im not so much into em...be it the music or the dancing or the lack of "real" interaction with the patrons...i love bars, i can sit down and fall of my bar stool, i can talk to the random stranger next to me...

pause, i was just enlighten on something jose made me do last night...so heather came over and brought her friend kara who'd id met once before and she is the closest person to my age ive partied with around here being she is my age, 22...you might find her in the one of the pictures pouring tokillme down the throat...but anyways, upon return to the apartment, they were both planning on spending the night which i didnt know so being the supposedly nice guy i am i give up my bed and end up on the floor...thats where my thoughts end...except ive just been informed i crawled up into the bed later and even under the covers...this part yeah, dont know anything about...what did i try and do, i have no idea, perhaps it even involved cuddling with feet, this has been know to happen to people...i remember sleeping backwards on the bed at some point in the night and in a more soberer state of mind and thinking im not going to do anything stupid like make an unwanted move, guess i was too late...although not to say i wouldnt want to, she is a very attractive girl but its goes into the its not worth it to make a dumbass out of yourself and ruin any possible friendship blah blah blah...well i guess i fucked that one up...oh well what are you going to do, blame it on the booze like you always doo...
back to where i was at...i have no clue, ill start over...i hate clubs, bouncers at clubs, impersonality of club, etc...problem is, bars around here shut down at 2am and clubs keep going...i think im just going to kill my nights early anymore and start earlier...

i had a few more points to make about random shit i was thinking about as i took my morning after shit this morning but seems i flushed them all out...guess they will have to wait for later in the day after a longer recovery period.

only in germany

typically on a thursday night we dont go out...we often have steve over, cook a pizza, watch a movie...this is because friday we have work and well, as ive stated before, work hungover blows...

but on this night, tonight, we decided to hit up ackermans for a few beers because this "band" was playing and according to drake the lead singer is hot...well, she was...a little outside my age league, id say mid-thirty's but i could be way the fuck off...but she was blonde and everyone knowing im more into the darker ones, she was still cute and knew how to "work" the crowd...
anyways, the night started of with of course a beer and standing around...now i set my limit at three because (see explanation above)...so i figured id take em slow...not so much, first one im done half the drake time which is usually not the case...but moving onto my first observation which is what this post is really about...observations...

we've all sat around in a pub, a bar, a club, and everywhere else to just "watch" people and if u havent well, ur lying to yourself...the first two individuals i noticed...wait before them i noticed these 3 girls near the door of which one was cute without booze and the others after probably 5 and then 7...anyways, these guys in front of us...i shouldnt say guys, i should say over the hump men are dancing in front of us...doing there thing which include rocking back and forth, twisting around, straight-faced, glasses, plaid shirt tucked in tight, and loffers for footwear...perhaps u need to see a picture but really u dont...and i turn to drake and say, "please dont let me be them when im old" and his reply is "fuck you" since he is almost 40 himself...but to give him credit, these dudes were way outta place...

or where they...not really...see ackermans typically gets a mixed crowd of old and late-20s/30s...but tonight it was full of 20ish to 70ish...and all of them were dancing, well if u call it dancing, the band was playing 40s, 50s, and 60s music most of the night with a few 70s, 80s but not really...and the dance moves for these songs havent changed over the ages...so think greese without the bullshit...or one of those other dancing movies from back then...and then think 10 times worse...

the next group i noticed was the newly-wed or newly-dating couple...these two are easy to confuse because they both are "all over" each other...except in this case the girl seemed to be into it one minute and not the next...and all the guy kept doing was trying to go in for a kiss or even some tongue action i caught once (no i really wasnt looking and really didnt wanna see but damn it was right in front of me)...im gonna go with new bf/gf but i could be wrong...and it was funny to watch her change reactions and see him all "head-over-heals" for her, trying to protect her from the big bad brendon manwhore machine behind them...

so this one guy i step on in tapping my foot or falling over due to muscle failure and he says something in german...i dont understand...a few 15-30 minutes ago id noticed him and the wearing of suspenders with the stuttgart city crest embroidered on them and thought to myself, must be a true native of this town...after he repeats himself a few times i say englisch and he responds with something else i dont understand in english, i laughed, gave him a thumbs up, and turned away...it worked, alot of times that works (thumbs, laugh, wave, etc.)...finally i ask him where he is from and he says stuttgart, for all his life...damn im good and i want a pair of suspenders myself now.

and then there are the people in the back, these are usually me, drinking my beer, chilling out to the music, nothing exciting...except that wasnt me this time...perhaps because we got there soo late but i cannot make fun of the people i observed without discrediting myself now can i? so here i am, really tired as fuck, legs sore from the afternoon run, and drinking a beer or three on a full stomach...dancing, out of the question, id fall over in pain...
ive sorta mentioned but need to again the number of elderly people out drinking and dancing, this is amazing, ive never seen this many people at retirement age out on the floor trying to put the grove on...i thought they needed viaga or cialis for that...i know where they got them cheap, those damn spam emails. fuckers.

after 2 more rounds, and nothing too exciting happening beside the band putting on a damn good show which included inviting random peopel to the stage for a makeshit karoeke night which was awesome...we are headed out when andre and the rest of the bartenders start lighting sparklers...yeah thats right, inside the bar, doors and windows closed due to quite hours and here we are playing with fireworks inside the bar after drinking...can anyone say liability risk in the us of a? so we take a few, give a few away and enjoy our sparklers like little kids for our first time...

and after that, the mood hit...sure enough, johnny b good is being played as id hoped/expected earlier in the night and we're off to the races...well off to dancing that is...and it only took three beers but i was dancing like a retard...not your typical retard drunk dance, i mean, i was dancing like all the older folks, their moves of just doing the "twist" and nothing more than that really...it was fun and i sweated all the alcohol out on the floor so that tomorrow when i wake up i wont be in pain saying, why the fuck did u go out on a thursday night to listen to a chiq ass oldies band play while older and younger people danced around like idiots in sober and drunken states of minds?

dreams...and more...

um, this is a quick one i think but i couldnt pass up my thoughts as i attempt to remember them from the weekend...

one of the dreams i had centered around my dad finding my blog online...ony my "other" blog which is identical (mostly) i found an article about when your mom finds ur blog that was kinda interesting but really, how many peoples parents know about their blogs? and should anyone be really concerned if they did? i like to take the fuck it approach with such things id only rather they knew about the blog and just not tell me, this is where ignorance is better than knowledge...
and this morning i was still a little off, it happens on a monday morning after a weekend of drinking...and my kids knew it, not the drinking part, but the off part...and one of them commented..."ooo this is going to be a fun day" at which point i put my head down on the table laughing to myself and the rest of the class starting laughing their asses off...

which brings me to a point (so it is getting long)...my cooperating teacher has been gone all last week on tdy and again today due to illness and i felt so much more relaxed, more enthusiastic, more in control, more better of everything to do with teaching while she was gone...i enjoy not having big brother over my constant shoulder even if nothing is ever said...its about like trying to write a blog while someone stands behind u and reads each and every word as u type it...that doesnt work...you lose creativity and freedom...and the same goes for teaching with someone always at your back...

and the final thing i have to say is, oh wait, that was it, im out...