Guten Morgen!

This weekend was a little bit of all right. One friend bailed on me Friday, but I also had an invite from Jörg to go out to the Löwenthal in Essen which is still sweet. The mix of ages, cheap drinks, and good tunes make it a pretty relaxed environment. Although there's always the random German that talks to me that I have no interest in talking with. Unfortunately my response of I hate your country wasn't enough to make them go away. I did manage to stop a beat down though, which was good. I made it home about 4:30, but couldn't fall asleep until about 6:30.

Needless to say Saturday was pretty well shot, well, at least until the night rolled around. I went out with Jörg and one of his buddies Guido (I honestly have no idea how to spell his name, nor pronounce it properly. I did have to fight the urge to pronounce it as Gweedo which was funny). So Guido picked the spot, this time in Wuppertal at a place called Musikdorf. Joerg looked it up and gave me a call to be prepared for anything as it looked like the age group and music would not be up to our mutual tastes. He of course was correct as if the class of the clientele was a bit higher it would have been a good spot to hunt for cougar. It was interesting for all of an hour then the music turned bad. The name for the type of music/dancing there is Discofox. Disco should be enough explanation even though there was no disco music. They did do the electric slide (I think that's the name of it anyway), which oddly enough, I learned how to dance at my going away party.

The only other significant point of note was that Guido is a very shy guy. He apparently is a great dancer (Discofox style, his freestyle is not so good) and really wanted someone to dance with. He's on the tail end of a divorce and apparently has been out of the game for a while. So I asked him which girl he liked, (already knowing the answer ;-) and went up to her:

'Entschuldigung, Sprechen Sie English?'
'Nein.'
'Uh... Möshtest du gern tanzen mit mein Freund?'
'Wo ist Ihr freund?'
'uh... (don't know that answer) schwarz... uh...'
'Ahh... später.'

Unfortunately that was a polite no, but at least I made the effort on Guido's behalf. It was just amusing that I know enough German now to cause trouble. Once again I got back home early and slept most of Sunday. My friend who bailed Friday, during our conversation about them bailing, said they wanted to reschedule for Sunday and they would call on Saturday. Never heard a peep all weekend... so I spent Sunday relaxing about the flat. I went to bed at a reasonable time yesterday hoping to get some z's for the long work week. It was a good idea until I woke up at 4:30 this morning and couldn't fall back asleep. I ate the remainder of anything resembling food in my flat and watched married with children until my alarm went off. Which brings me to now where I'm ready to crash finally. Only 8 more hours of work until then... hehe...