I've been to the Wies'n (the local name for Oktoberfest, don't know if I've mentioned that before) for the last 3 day straight. It's addicting!! At the risk of sounding like some tree-huggin' hippie, the energy there is just incredible. Everyone is smiling and laughing and happy- rare for the Germans- and singing and dancing and having a great time. Everyone is your friend at Oktoberfest. On Tuesday, as soon as we sat down, we were toasting and doing snuff with our seatmates. Today, even though the tent was busy, we had guys (of course) inviting us to sit with them. When I wandered off, some cute dude in lederhosen was there, kissing my cheek and holding my hand, walking around with me. Martin from Augsburg, and he was pissed drunk. It was funny.
(A note about German men here...when they're sober, they are very stoic and somber. No smiles, no talking to strangers, no touching. God forbid you try to flirt with a German that has no beer in his system-it scares the hell out of them. They really cut loose at Oktoberfest)
If you have never been to Oktoberfest in Munich, for chrissakes, go!! Even if you don't like beer, there is something there for everyone. Today I enjoyed a half meter of bratwurst. Yesterday I bought some hot sugared almonds. Day before that I had chocolate covered strawberries on a stick. There are rides, and places to eat and fantastic people-watching. Seriously-go!
Ok, moving on...
It's no secret that I can't stand my landlord, Guillermo. He's a creepy, womanizing douchebag. Jen has told me before that he has told her a number of disquieting things, such as his preference to rent only to women, and also a number of stories of how he has then slept with these women. He's tried to get her to sleep with him, too. He gives us both the heebie-jeebies.
So, this last week, things have been progressively been going downhill. He has refused to buy more toilet paper. He is no longer taking the garbage out. It's literally like a landfill in the garbage room. Little flies are everywhere and it smells like rotting ass in there. So, a few days ago, I bring the big garbage bag from my room, about 3/4s full out to the garbage room, and we start using that for trash. Which is now overflowing and all over the floor again.
Now Jen and I have been talking about and rooming together. Thank god we had already done research, cause earlier today Gagermo (his new name) told the Columbian to tell me that I had to leave. He speaks Spanish and not enough German and no English, so he can't tell me himself (bs). She goes to Jen's room to ask if I'm there, then asks her to tell me. Yadda yadda yadda, I'd like to throw Gagermo off the balcony. I'm sure it's because I am not the type of girl he likes for his harem, and he is also kicking Marco out, because his studly ass doesn't fit in his little fantasy world either. So Jen and I are looking for a new place to live effective 10/1. This should be interesting.
Holy crap, this might be the longest blog yet! Til next time!
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