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.