...and was it shitty. Tonight all I achieved was a lot of pizza eating (which was not the shitty part, this came before), shitting in a train yard, staring at a sad puppy while I smoke all of my cigarettes for two hours, and then spending a weeks worth of grocery money on a taxi. Do you know how important 15 Euros is? I'm lucky to have two coins to rub together, 15 Euros is amazing. 15 Euros is food, toilet paper, shelter, cigarettes, snacks and drinks and so much more. Bus tickets, phone calls, everything. I can get all of that for 15 Euros. And I spent it on a taxi ride because it was cold and I was a long, long way from home. This is how it goes:
Amanda and I went to this club, A1 Music Park, to meet up with some people. We get there and it is a huge, ridiculous CENTER, like Target Center, with a giant light on the top like a casino and a line at least 500 people long to get in. We stand in line, leave the line to meet Yu at the bus station, and then stand in line again. I am sick. I have a stomach ache that moves buildings, I feel like I'm going to die and I'm near tears. It's like my bowels exploded inside my stomach, from a scale of 1 to 10 my pain is a 5,000. Eventually, I abandon all hope, run into the far train yard after telling Amanda I'd go there, and end up squatting in a desolate train yard, in a bramble bush.
Feeling better, I go back to the line and Amanda and Yu are nowhere to be found. I look all over, call their names, but I figure they went in. I am disheartened and stand at the back on the line, having no cell phone, hoping that I will find Amanda inside and everything will be good again.
I wait in the line for two hours. Halfway through I see a dog, sitting all alone inside the stairwell, looking sadder than I have ever seen a puppy look before. It stares at every person that goes past and then lies down and cries. It was horrible. I was very cold and very depressed, realizing that there are MORE people inside and that the chance of finding Amanda is very slim. I wait, regardless, and when I finally get to the front I am kicked out along with ten other people, for reasons that are no explained to me. I hear a guy say there are too many people and I stand there, completely bewildered, and ask in bad German if the bouncer has seen Amanda (fat chance, I know). The guy in front of my offers 500 dollars to get into the club and when the bouncer turns him down I figure I've been ousted from the line of Trier's elite and grab a cab home.
Now, this I don't get. I talk to the driver in German, but he answers me all in English. I answer his English questions in German and he keeps answering me in English. Okay, really, what the hell? Am I that obviously American? I could have been fucking Chinese or something, he didn't know. Anyway, the cab ride is silent except for Fat Bottomed Girls and Jesse's Girl on the radio which almost make my night okay, and I pay a week's worth of comfort for the ride. Now I'm in my room, hoping that Amanda is worried about me because I could very well be dead in a ditch and everyone else is having fun. I am going to be miserable when she tells me how much fun she had because I am not classy, pretty, or rich enough to get into some goddamn club and I had the worst stomach ache in the world tonight. I am most pissed about losing all that fucking money. What do I do to deserve this? Come on, really? I'm a Catholic. I live a pretty clean life. I'm in college, working my ass off to be somebody, right? Why is the world shitting on me? 15 EUROS. :O My god, I'm going to be poor again so soon and once you've been dirt poor, no money poor, no food poor, even for a week or two, you never want to be that way again.
So, yeah. It was a bad night. Never going out again if my life depends on it.
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Yeah. Money sucks. You should get your first Stipend this month though (You should get it Oct, Nov, Dec, Jan, April, May, and June). So yay.
Get used to the people talking English to you, and try not to take it personal. They are just so excited to speak English to a native speaker half of the time. He probably did English because most everyone traveling in Europe speaks it, so he had a better chance at English than Chinese. Don't loose heart, it doesn't reflect on your German skillz.
If you have Skype, we could talk sometime about some of the more frustrating things, but just hold in there and you will laugh about it when you get back (I used to get so pissed at people speaking English to me, now looking back it doesn't seem like such a big deal).
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