He was actually a very handsome young man in quite a snappy suit but so wasted. I wish I had a better pic but I watched him for a good couple of minutes standing at the traffic lights, so confused as to what to do with himself. What he needed to do was cross the road but I think he forgot that was his original intention and instead kept switching focus between the gigantic bottle of Sekt (champagne) and the blow-up mattress. He would take a swig of champers, subsequently lose control of the mattress and readjust his carrying position, then remember the Sekt... and back and forth his focus went.
Just after that I was on my way to meet my new language swap partner Basti when he rang to ask me when I wanted to meet... apparently the msg I sent from Skype didn't work. So we'll meet tomorrow. I'm so nervous because my German is so bad and his English is awesome, even uses slang properly :/
The SKA concert last night was actually pretty good, very very international crowd and cool music but just a bit too much jumping around. And I unleashed my inner-Irma (scary feminist tendencies) on poor Lexy when discussing directions to get there and home... sorry Lex.
Quesadillas and bier with Erin and Lex before concert
The moment we found Erin's keys after she beat herself up
about being irresponsible...and they were in my pocket...
Yes, I am really 25 years old.
To add to the list of wonderful things about Munich is that people take their dogs everywhere and they are all so well-behaved. Today I saw one chillin with his owner in the changing room at Zara! There is only one thing that makes me want to settle down and start being old and having committments, and that is dogs.
Right now I'm going to get some phone credit from the African man at Hauptbahnhof and then go to Tiina's (yes, tiiiina) bday.
