A Week At Europahaus!

I am told that this week was a pretty fun week. Unfortunately I don't remember much of it. I remember playing wizard staff at Europahaus (The aim of the game is to drink as many beer cans at possible and tape them together until you get a wizard staff that is taller than you. Of course, for vertically challenged peoples like myself, this was not as much of a challenge as for others). I also remember going out to dinner with Mike and his parents and eating so much lasagne that Erik/ Jesus could have definitely fed more than 5000 with that. I remember thinking how Alex and his brother are pretty much like doctor evil and mini me, how I could have probably done better than some of the pole dancers in the Corso bar, and that the WG of some random American called Tom Jones was broken into for a house party.



The things I didn't remember however, and recalled soon after, were challenging Anneli's fellow Fins to see if they could slap me harder than she could :-/, the breakage of one of Anneli's glasses when throwing that inflatable ball around in her room and me using my wizard staff quite graphically later in the evening...



Going to Schwaketenbad is ALWAYS fun when you go with Mate, who did some more of his most graceful jumps. I dived off the 3 meter board and landed on my eye, which sorta hurt, and did another of my spectacular backflops, which fucking hurt like hell. Anneli is too much of a woman to jump properly and holds her nose. The slide was fun, although without Mike and the Irish, there was a significant absence of being kicked in the head.

Due to persistent reminders which give my flat a homely feel, I took out the rubbish and the recycling today. Because of Germany's overkeenness on recycling, I have a small army of 43 empty beer bottles to take back to Kaufland, for each of which I can get 9 cents back as a deposit. Remains to be seen how carrying my own body weight in beer bottles to Zahringerplatz will go though.



I went to Uni today with a dilemma. Here in Germany, you can miss a maximum of 2 of each lecture, but missing any more than that means you don't get the credits for the course and therefore fulfil the end requirements. To cut a longer story short, I was going to have to come back from Rock-im-Park on Sunday rather than Monday and therefore miss seeing Muse and Motorhead, which I was very pissed about. Then, with a stroke of luck, both my lectures next Monday morning were cancelled! What are the odds??

3 days til Rage Against the Machine
4 days til Wolfmother and Airbourne
5 days til JayZ Patrick O'Brien!!!
6 days til Muse
11 days til the world cup
16 days til Ollie and Macca come to visit
And about 50 before my dreaded return back to Britain...

Das Leben koennte kaum besser sein!