What a Bunch of Liars

So as I have said on here before, I have been told numerous times that this region of Germany doesn't really ever get snow. Well what a bunch of liars! I woke up with a fresh blanket of snow yesterday (Saturday) Yay :) It's still nothing compared to what we get back home, but hey it's something so I'm happy.

Today is Sunday, which means another week has gone by. I really can't believe how fast it's already going. I am going on my 8th week here in Deutschland. Crazy. Christmas is also in 5 days!! WHAT?! Maybe I should get on the whole buying gifts thing.. I have NO clue what I am going to get Kai or Johanna. For Lisa, I am making a calendar out of a picture of Emilian. It's really silly, but I think its hilarious and cute, and I think she'll like it. I'm taking one picture (the one I posted of him on here last week..) and I'm using 'paint' to draw on him for the different months. Its pretty funny. So I have Lisa covered, but no clue as for Kai and Johanna. Hmm..

On Friday I didn't really do to much after 'work' other than read some more of my new book (it's called Pope Joan--it's a Historical Fiction book about a girl in the Dark Ages who pretends to be a man and becomes the pope.. it's pretty good and I would recommend it), watched Interview with the Vampire (awesome) and then went to bed. Exciting, huh? Yesterday, at around noon I decided to go into Bonn and do some shopping. I was hoping that I would find something for Kai or Johanna, but nothing. However, I did find something for myself :) I usually feel guilty when I spend money on myself--especially since it's Christmas time, but I needed a new winter coat since I didn't really have room in my suitcase to bring mine. I had been looking for awhile and could never find one that I truly loved. I also couldn't decide if I wanted to buy just like a cheap one from H&M or something that wouldn't last long, or if I wanted to spend the money on a really nice one. Well, I finally found one that I fell in love with--and it definitely cost me a pretty penny. It was 199.00 Euro. Yeah, I definitely dropped €200 (which is about 286 dollars American) on a jacket, but it's so beautiful, I love it, so I won't make myself feel bad for buying it. It's black, made in Italy, and made of "virgin wool" and cashmere. Ahh.. its gorgeous, I'm really excited about it :) After finding my new jacket I walked around Bonn some more hoping that I would see something to get for my family. Nichts. I spent around 4 hours in Bonn, had a cup of Glühwein, and then decided to head home. Before I left, I stopped to into the grocery store to buy a bottle of wine to give to Nachi for his "flat-warming" party that night. I was looking through the vast wine section, and decided it best to give a good American wine :) I asked the man working there where the section of California wines were, found a nice one and bought it. I got home around 5 or so, and just relaxed in my room for a bit before I had to take a shower and start getting ready for the night.

So last night, Nachi, my Indian friend that I met at TNDC, invited me to his new apartment in Köln for a little "flat-warming" get together and then we would all go out to the bars. With Pat back in the US for the holidays, I told Nachi he is now responsible for giving me something to do on the weekends :P There were 2 German guys there, a couple from Russia, a girl from Peru, a guy from Ukraine, a girl from Kazakhstan (who is constantly getting Borat jokes thrown her way) and 2 girls from Armenia. We all drank some Kölsch and wine at his new place, which is in an awesome location off of Freisenplatz--pretty much in the heart of Köln's bar/club scene. After, we went to Bar Cologne--which was the same place I had been the weekend before with Pat and Blake and the others. After having a few beers there, and a few shots of Jager, it was time to find another bar. By the time we found the next one we wanted to go to, everyone douched out and decided they wanted to go home. So it was just Nachi and I. He at one point said that he was impressed because I was 'out-drinking' him. I told him I went to WVU, so he should get used to being drank under the table ;) I think we finally left the bar at around 3 or so. The next train to Widdig--the tiny village I currently live in--wasn't scheduled to come until 5 or so. Being drunk and tired, that did not sound like fun. Nachi offered his couch to me, and I gladly accepted. We stopped at the PACKED Burger King that was right around the corner from his apartment to grab a 1 euro cheeseburger. I told him while standing in line (seriously, there were like 80 people in there--haha drunk people and their cheeseburgers..) that I didn't think this was a good idea because of my fear of BK. He thinks I'm nuts, like most people do when I tell them of my fear of Burger King (mostly because of the wrappers.. okay I know its weird, but I dunno.. its something about them...). We finally went back to his apartment and I crashed until about 10 or so when I woke up to make my journey home.

And here is where the story gets interesting.

So I headed for the U-Bahn, which is nothing special, it's how I always get from Bonn to Köln, and I pretty much know my way around now. So I was waiting for my number 16 to show, and I am not kidding--yes, I understand it's cold out, but people were looking at me like they had never seen legs before. I was wearing my dress from the night before (classy) with my coat and Uggs, but apparently this is CRAZINESS here in Germany, because I couldn't help but just laugh at everyone when they looked at me. Retarded. Anyway, at one point while I was waiting listening to my iPod, this man came and, like everyone else, looked at me like I had 8 legs, and then stood next to me. When my train came I boarded and oh what a surprise, the same creepy guy sat right across from me. And oh cool, he wants to chat. Usually, I am all for talking, but not particularily when I'm hungover and tired as hell. And especially not to creepy old men that are looking at me like they want to date me up. So he starts asking me if I am cold because of my legs. I told him no, and that where I come from it's colder. He asked me how old I was and shit like that. I answered politely but made it--what I thought--to be pretty apparent that I didn't feel like talking. But ohhhh, that doesn't work here. Apparently someone sitting in silence on a train looking out the window with earphones in their ears = I would love to have a conversation with you. He started saying something that I didn't really understand. I understood when he asked me if I had a boyfriend, and I was dumb enough to answer truthfully and say 'nein'. Dumb. Move. He told me I had pretty eyes and said he thought I was beautiful (note: he also thought I was from Scandinavia. Uhh, really?) Eew. The whole experience creeped/grossed me out. And lucky for me the guy was going to a small town south of Bonn, so yippee! he rode with me the whole time. Ugh. Finally it was my stop and before I got up to leave he told me that I was "very beautiful" and then gave me a high five. Hahahaha, I will admit, that part was funny. I mean, a high five? Whatever. It was creepy.

I finally made it home and crawled back into bed, watched Team America (fuck yeah! Comin' along to save the mother-fucking day yeah!) and slept for about another hour and a half. Just another exciting day in the life of Megan living in der VaterLand! xoxo ..and oh happy day! The SlingBox is back in business! And just in time for Bowl Season :D