Prost!

Last night my buddy Cody came over to play video games and drink a few beers. Before we could fire up the xbox of pwnage, my neighbor invited us to have a few drinks. When Germans drink, they like to drink a lot and encourage said behavior. By the end of our night (that lasted maybe two hours) I had finished half of a bottle of Patron, one beer, and several Jack Danial's based drinks. They shared some German folk drinking songs (I need to learn these because they are awesome) and insisted I share some american songs. Truth be told I didn't know many so I ended up singing the one from the movie Jaws (Show me the way to go home boom boom, I'm tired and I wanna go to bed).

My neighbor and landlord are convinced I need a wife (this is a fairly regular concern that other people seem to have for me). My mother says I can't marry a German girl because she thinks I will never come home. My landlord says I need to marry a farmers daughter he knows that... and I quote "has huge tracks of land". Usually I would disregard my immature giggles for a common language context barrier, but his hand motions and personal snickering assured me he knew what he was talking about.

I am in pain today (deservedly), it is 4:28 my time and I still feel like I got hit by the fiesta locomotive of fun and doom. I will definitely do this again sometime, but I will have to take the night a lot slower and with less tequila.

I felt like I needed a new post, so here it is!

Hi, It's been a while. Bad way to start a blog post? probably. Regardless if we are threw marveling at my bad start, may we continue? Don't answer, the question is rhetorical.

So I am going to become a member of a church soon, and as odd as this may sound I am slightly terrified. I have been out of the loop so long that I don't know what to say to church people anymore. I don't watch american TV so I can't fake up to date sports talk. There is no center of geeks talking about the newest up and coming video game that allows you to pretend to have a girlfriend. On top of all of that I am a single guy in his twenty's so naturally any man with a daughter in the room is going to make hissing sounds if I get any where near them.

I remember talking to new people at my old church and how much we had to awkwardly force a conversation. Usually you stand at a 90 degree angle with the person making minimal eye contact, but mostly staring down at the point of the would be triangle. You ask them where they live, what do they do, and then you run out of things to say. Unfortunately the church never developed ice breaker catechism, so the newcomer and the veteran are perpetually stuck in a state of "bad first date" conversation.

I went to the church 4th of July picnic today, and remained well outside of my normal comfort zone. Especially when the junior high girl squad wanted to tell me everything they ever did ever, forever and ever. I tried to stand by the grill and comment when a burger needed turning, but they followed me there too. I figured they might have thought I was in high school so I made several comments about me being in the military, thinking they may lose interest (note to self... that does not work). Eventually I slipped away to join the grown up table and had a lovely afternoon.