Important Lessons

This weekend: Munich, Oktoberfest, dirndl-wearing fun.

It was okay.

I think most of it was my fault - I picked a bad weekend to go to Munich. Half of the people I wanted to see were out of town and the other half either didn't get my SMS texts or just didn't respond. I don't know what happened but I ended up spending most of the weekend in the apartment studying for my accounting test. Sweet. I flew a total of 19 hours and 8,200 miles to spend about five hours with friends.

You know what? It was worth it... because I came to realize that a bad weekend in Munich is still better than a good weekend in Philly.

Okay okay, I should explain:

Friday night- got to Munich, got settled in the apartment, went for a long walk around the Altstadt. I met two English guys by the Frauenkirche who asked me two questions "Well aren't you lovely! What's your name? Where are you from?" I replied, "Liz, I'm from the US." Then one of them kissed me. Then I slapped a guy for the first time in my life. After that, it was time to go home.

Saturday - I learned a new word, "Scheißekalt." It means "shit-cold" or "fucking freezing." It was cold. I was supposed to meet up with Steffi, Claas, and Thomas for drinks.. but then Steffi got a migraine and I have no clue what happened to Thomas. I ended up watching some German TV show about sex (complete with animated, smiling sperm) and studied some more accounting. Again, a rocking good time.

Sunday - Oktoberfest... pretty much like the Minnesota State Fair but bigger and with a lot of beer. It was good. I am pretty sure I made a drunken fool out of myself - spilled ketchup all over my dirndl, kept making everyone promise they would come to the US, did not walk in a straight line... etc. Apparently I smoke too much, drink too much, and am mean. I realize it was all a joke, but I was tipsy and got kind of pissed about it. About an hour later, I sobered up and got over it.

As of now: I quit smoking, I don't have any desire to drink ever again... and I'll work on being nice.

The best thing to come out of this weekend? It helped me separate out my motivations for wanting to move back. I had very high expectations for this weekend and it didn't really work out as well as I had hoped. I was worried that I would move back just for the people... I made some really good friends in Munich (even though they were busy, gone, sick, or just non-responsive for the whole weekend). So now I got to see what Munich would be like without my friends, when it's shit-balls cold and raining... and it's good. I like.

Now all I have to do is learn German.


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