THE LAST THREE WEEKS IN RHEINLAND-PFALZ

So, the few of you who follow my blog are probably wondering where the fuck I've been over the last three weeks or so. Here is a very fast and sweet summary of events:

One day Matt Bongers and Forehead from The Great Land of Minneapolis called and said they were hitch hiking through. The next day they were here with three other friends and they stayed in our rooms (me and Amanda) for a good while. There was much drinking and partying and fun to be had and most of them got really sucked into watching House. Forehead gave me a tattoo with a sewing needle and some India Ink and then I gave myself one on my knee of musical notes that hurt like a fucking bitch.

We spent many nights at the Irish Pub and, after about three days, the OTHER International students got here. There was Anne from Virginia and Matt from Colorado, and then Buket and Selver from Turkey and Andres and Didzes (which I cannot spell or pronounce) from Latvia who are beautiful, and many, many more. So now we ALL went out drinking and partying every night and Jake, one of the hitch hikers, fell desperately in love with a beautiful 28 year old Polish waitress. She took him home and treated him like a King and managed to get me a job at a bar (which I am still waiting on news for) and when he left they parted sweetly.

The hitch hikers eventually left, first the four, Britney, Mitch, Jake, and Bongers, and then Forehead several days later. Forehead, having fallen into something resembling love with a beautiful Turkish girl, was verliebt for the last couple days. I had an affair and then another and fell into a pattern of drinking and singing and dancing and then drinking and then passing the fuck out. In a healthy, regular drinker sort of way. Not in a 'drunk at 10 am' sort of way. Don't worry, Amanda Dutcher's relatives. I know you read this.

So, the hitch hikers left after giving me a bitchin' tattoo and being awesome for about a week and a half and now it feels lonely around here. It went from nothing going on in the Land of Douche to a million things happening at every second of the day. Amanda spent a day washing her floor since our rooms were pretty trashed. I had to move everything around and now my bed is under the window (A MISTAKE). It's cold all the time there and I wake up sort of damp feeling from dew.

During The Hitch Hiker Time we went to new bars, Forehead sang 'Sweet Caroline' and it was the greatest karaoke performance ever, we all got drunk by the Mosel River and rolled in itch weed, met another student from Hamline (Heather), and everyone fell in something like love. It was a crazy, crazy time. I had a lot of weird dreams during this period, too. I can't even begin to describe them.

So, this is the first part of 'What's Been Up With Monad'. When I think of more I'll update again. Right now there is not much to do and not much happening. Tonight, I plan on being drunk again and dancing, an activity I only participate in when totally 'shit faced' as we say back in the States.

And no, Tyler, no one has stolen my asian treasures. They're still safe and sound, tucked away. I'm trying to figure out which cigarettes to get you, if I could find cigarettes made from the water of the Rhein and the blood of a Nazi, and tobacco dried in the heart of a German volacno, I would dub them 'Guten Tag' and bring them to thee. But German doesn't really have 'GERMAN' cigarettes. Everything says 'AMERICAN BLEND!' on them and then 'Made in the EU' in tiny lettering.

So, bis bald, until next time, dear readers. A lot is happening, a lot of German is being learned, and someday I hope to be able to post in Deutsch. Vielleicht. Go ahead and throw some comments my way, it's still lonely sometimes in this vast interweb.