That party last
night was awfully crazy… and we were with the three oldest
people we know in Germany. The Meyers invited us downstairs for
dinner. There was no way we could get out of it since we live right
upstairs and they would know we didn’t have any plans, so we were
obligated to go.
Our old German
teacher, Günther, was there! This is probably terrible to say, but
we weren’t sure what his status was… we hadn’t heard from him
or about him since November, so we had only assumed the worst. Good
old Günther looked great, though.
Dinner was fish,
which is my least favorite thing on earth to eat. It was the saltiest
herring and smoked trout, and I somehow scarfed it down. I ate it
fast and took big bites to get it over with as quick as possible.
When they asked if I wanted more, I had to lie and say I was full.
They also fed us three half liters of beer each.
So there I was,
drunk and listening to three old German people talking about… I can
only guess most of it. Günther and Alex translated most of the time,
which was really helpful.
I’m pretty sure
they invited us to back next weekend, too… but we were a bit
intoxicated and they mumble in German. I guess this is to be
continued… man, I love Melle.
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