The morning after.

I am a little timid writing this post.... a certain facebook-friend coworker found my blog and, although he is under pain of death to keep quiet, it is still a little scary. Hi Thomas! Now everybody knows who you are, and I have an army of blog-lovers who will kick your ass if you say anything to people at work. Wundervoll.

My mother has been pestering me to post "the good, the bad, and the ugly," so here goes.

The good: There was another soccer game last night, and Deutschland won! Yay. The crowd also smelled much better; apparently washing their previously dirty clothes helped to recapture the "winning magic." I went down to a bar called "Die Zwei," which looked like it was something out of a movie. Beautiful bartenders, huge tv's for the game, packed wall-to-wall with crazy German soccer fans who went "ooo" and "ahhh" with each good shot or pass. And when Germany scored, a beer-fueled roar erupted that was so loud, I thought I lost my hearing. Also part of the "good" section - drinks here may be a little expensive, but they are very strong. I ordered a gin and tonic that knocked me on my ass, and amused myself for about five minutes by blowing my hair off of my face. Attractive, I know. And no matter what Thomas says, Bavarian beer does not cure headaches.

The bad: Even though the gin and tonic was part of the "good" section, it also contributes to the "bad." I woke up too late this morning to take a shower and my hair smells like an ashtray. Again, attractive. I put some fruity smelling stuff in it and have it up in a ponytail... so I think the only way anybody will notice is if they stick their face in the back of my neck. Also in the "bad" section- German syntax is very different from English syntax, and I'm making ridiculous grammatical mistakes now. When your job is reading and writing English, das ist nicht gut. So I officially can't speak German or English now... sweet.

The ugly: German fashion. What. The. Fuck. Young people in München have embraced heroin chic; never smiling, skinny jeans, layered tops, heavy eye makeup, and weird hair. Mullets are a huge fashion statement for guys here, especially ones with a blonde strip around the side. I don't understand it. As if I didn't look different enough - ghostly white skin, red curly hair - my preppy style sticks out like a sore thumb. Also under "ugly" - I smell like an ashtray today, and I look like an ass-tray. I'll write more on this topic later... as I'm clearly not qualified to comment on style at the moment.

So Mom, there it is... and probably with more detail than you bargained for :) My pounding headache is getting a bit better, so back to work I go.