I sprayed some of my peach spray on my pajama shirt since I still smell like a bar but now I can only smell the alcohol in the stuff and feel a little sick.
Imagine, if you will, a small Irish pub in the middle of Germany. It's karaoke night and all of the international students are there. All of the employees, thank god, spoke english but I think the Irish guy thought I was ein bisschen retarded since my third gin and fifth shot didn't go down so hot. I coughed most of it back up into the glass.
While we were there, Mao left early. Mao, a sweet, pretty Japanese girl, has had her heart broken over one of our older (and I mean REALLY older) tutors who had a small indiscretion with another student (how this happened, I don't know since the student in question speaks Spanish and little German and the tutor speaks almost no English and only German. Maybe he speaks Spanish, this would surprise me). Sad faces all around. Tonight we're going to make her dinner and feed her delicious candy so perhaps she will forget this mishap of the heart.
In other news, I made myself proud by very tone-deafly singing my way through the Scissor Sisters, DENTIST! from Little Shop of Horrors, and All Star by Smashmouth in a German bar in front of a lot of people. Amanda recorded it and I still can't believe how tone deaf I am. It's ridiculous, it should be illegal.
To get to this point I downed a shot of jagermeister, a shot of gin, and a shot of tequila. About an hour later I pounded two gins (one of which came back up, it was harrowing) and then I made my way to the stage once more.
I think this is the proudest thing I've ever had the privilege to say:
I sang Dentist, Steve Martin's role, from Little Shop of Horrors in an Irish pub in Germany.
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