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enthusiastickI miss my friends and my womb of an apartment so much.
On Friday I went out with a whole rambling group of people, undoubtedly the majority of people here who's names I even know. It was one of those critical moments where the group stood poised to coalesce and become friends, or come apart at the seams.
Things started well. We all met up at the Goethe-Institut's little Sommerfest, had dinner and generally were happy, if immensely overheated. Too many people in too little space.
Then my group of acquaintances/friends detached itself from the larger party and began making its way to the train station. Ali (who, in theory, was leading us to a Disco in Bonn) became aggravated by the group's failure to pay him any attention at all when he was trying to direct them. I should have known then that the evening was going to be trouble. Ali is a very good guy, damnit, and when he's being made touchy than you know bad shit is up.
Anyway. We get to Bonn and begin stalking purposefully through the streets. Magda eventually stops us, complaining loudly that she has to, I quote "pee-pee machen." Frankly, she'd been complaining that for over an hour - well before we left the Sommerfest and got on the train. Why she didn't take the opportunity to urinate at the Goethe-Institute I have no idea. Maybe she doesn't like clean, quiet bathrooms, of which that building has plenty. So we stop at a bar (Tacos, for those of you who have been following my adventures more closely than mere LJ details) and Magda pees.
While we waited around outside the bar, Ali receives a phone call from Fahreed (at least, alledgedly - he later denied this.) Fahreed is apparently en route and wants us to wait for him at Tacos. No problem, shouldn't take more than 20 minutes, right? So we hang around on the street corner. George gets on the phone to some friend of his in the states. Magda and Eva, in a very Polish way, wander off to buy beer without telling anyone they're leaving. Ali and Hosain receive another phone call, this time from another group of wandering kids, and tell us to wait 15 minutes while they get them.
I sit around for an hour cracking jokes with Kimberly, Melissa, Kyohta and Kenji. Fahreed fails to appear, although George claims to be called by him. Again, this is later denied by Fahreed himself. Ali and Hosain return, and we decide to just set out to the goddamn Disco. It's already past midnight. George gets off the phone and immediately gets *loudly* pissed off at everyone, wanting to know where Magda and Eva have gone. He refuses to listen to anyone, simply shouting that it's his responsibility to look after Eva (which it is, she's his friend of a friend who speaks no German.) Well, that's nice, George, should've thought of that 45 minutes ago when she quietly wandered away while you were on the phone.
George tells everyone to fuck off, and that we are all crazy idiots. Even Melissa gets fairly angry at him for this (as do I, frankly, but Melissa angry is scarier and rarer than me annoyed.) In a stroke of luck Magda and Eva come back, clutching mostly-empty large beers. They are very drunk - so much so that Magda will later claim to remember nothing that happened after this point in the evening. Eva tries to be a peacemaker, but is mostly just in everyone's face and drunk, and her English is terrible when she's sober.
I prepare to go home and am fiercely persuaded to stay by Melissa. Somehow, unbelievably, the entire group that set out in the first place finds the Disco (it is confessed by Hosain and Ali that each of them only knew half the way at best, and had only ever been there by car before.) For our student IDs we receive discounted admission and coupons for two free beers apiece. I give my coupons away, order numerous rum and cokes (and later Vodka and Red Bull, Friday night special for €2.) Essentially, I am pissed off, and I sit in the corner and decide to crawl into the bottle and pull the cork in after me.
Amazingly, Melissa turns out to be right. The alcohol, music, and company (and repeated refusals to speak to George when he lightheartedly tries to pretend nothing's wrong) make me feel better. I even danced. Eventually I was too tired to sit up straight and caught a night bus home with Hosain, Ali, Kimberly and Melissa. All good things come to those who wait, I guess.
The rest of my weekend was strikingly uneventful by comparison. To illustrate, allow me to excerpt my journal (the private one, not the public one I keep for you lot):
I need a project. I have too much free time. The travel thing is too expensive, and besides roaming Europe alone is not much fun. I'm unwilling for reasons of disinterest to commit %100 of my energy to learning German; my heart's not in it. I ought to write like Jon Horowitz does (I have been meaning to for some time, have even convinced myself that if I were home right now I would be) but even writing this is aggravating... I'm too addicted to my computer, really. If I had my PC I could fiddle with gaming stuff, or HTML, or do some proper writing. I need a stray cat or something - anything to help me pass the time and occupy my mind. The days are too long here, summer evenings in which dusk isn't even a possibility until after 9 PM... I am almost desperate for some task to devote myself to and thus tie up some of my excess intellectual energy.
On Friday I went out with a whole rambling group of people, undoubtedly the majority of people here who's names I even know. It was one of those critical moments where the group stood poised to coalesce and become friends, or come apart at the seams.
Things started well. We all met up at the Goethe-Institut's little Sommerfest, had dinner and generally were happy, if immensely overheated. Too many people in too little space.
Then my group of acquaintances/friends detached itself from the larger party and began making its way to the train station. Ali (who, in theory, was leading us to a Disco in Bonn) became aggravated by the group's failure to pay him any attention at all when he was trying to direct them. I should have known then that the evening was going to be trouble. Ali is a very good guy, damnit, and when he's being made touchy than you know bad shit is up.
Anyway. We get to Bonn and begin stalking purposefully through the streets. Magda eventually stops us, complaining loudly that she has to, I quote "pee-pee machen." Frankly, she'd been complaining that for over an hour - well before we left the Sommerfest and got on the train. Why she didn't take the opportunity to urinate at the Goethe-Institute I have no idea. Maybe she doesn't like clean, quiet bathrooms, of which that building has plenty. So we stop at a bar (Tacos, for those of you who have been following my adventures more closely than mere LJ details) and Magda pees.
While we waited around outside the bar, Ali receives a phone call from Fahreed (at least, alledgedly - he later denied this.) Fahreed is apparently en route and wants us to wait for him at Tacos. No problem, shouldn't take more than 20 minutes, right? So we hang around on the street corner. George gets on the phone to some friend of his in the states. Magda and Eva, in a very Polish way, wander off to buy beer without telling anyone they're leaving. Ali and Hosain receive another phone call, this time from another group of wandering kids, and tell us to wait 15 minutes while they get them.
I sit around for an hour cracking jokes with Kimberly, Melissa, Kyohta and Kenji. Fahreed fails to appear, although George claims to be called by him. Again, this is later denied by Fahreed himself. Ali and Hosain return, and we decide to just set out to the goddamn Disco. It's already past midnight. George gets off the phone and immediately gets *loudly* pissed off at everyone, wanting to know where Magda and Eva have gone. He refuses to listen to anyone, simply shouting that it's his responsibility to look after Eva (which it is, she's his friend of a friend who speaks no German.) Well, that's nice, George, should've thought of that 45 minutes ago when she quietly wandered away while you were on the phone.
George tells everyone to fuck off, and that we are all crazy idiots. Even Melissa gets fairly angry at him for this (as do I, frankly, but Melissa angry is scarier and rarer than me annoyed.) In a stroke of luck Magda and Eva come back, clutching mostly-empty large beers. They are very drunk - so much so that Magda will later claim to remember nothing that happened after this point in the evening. Eva tries to be a peacemaker, but is mostly just in everyone's face and drunk, and her English is terrible when she's sober.
I prepare to go home and am fiercely persuaded to stay by Melissa. Somehow, unbelievably, the entire group that set out in the first place finds the Disco (it is confessed by Hosain and Ali that each of them only knew half the way at best, and had only ever been there by car before.) For our student IDs we receive discounted admission and coupons for two free beers apiece. I give my coupons away, order numerous rum and cokes (and later Vodka and Red Bull, Friday night special for €2.) Essentially, I am pissed off, and I sit in the corner and decide to crawl into the bottle and pull the cork in after me.
Amazingly, Melissa turns out to be right. The alcohol, music, and company (and repeated refusals to speak to George when he lightheartedly tries to pretend nothing's wrong) make me feel better. I even danced. Eventually I was too tired to sit up straight and caught a night bus home with Hosain, Ali, Kimberly and Melissa. All good things come to those who wait, I guess.
The rest of my weekend was strikingly uneventful by comparison. To illustrate, allow me to excerpt my journal (the private one, not the public one I keep for you lot):
I need a project. I have too much free time. The travel thing is too expensive, and besides roaming Europe alone is not much fun. I'm unwilling for reasons of disinterest to commit %100 of my energy to learning German; my heart's not in it. I ought to write like Jon Horowitz does (I have been meaning to for some time, have even convinced myself that if I were home right now I would be) but even writing this is aggravating... I'm too addicted to my computer, really. If I had my PC I could fiddle with gaming stuff, or HTML, or do some proper writing. I need a stray cat or something - anything to help me pass the time and occupy my mind. The days are too long here, summer evenings in which dusk isn't even a possibility until after 9 PM... I am almost desperate for some task to devote myself to and thus tie up some of my excess intellectual energy.