Last night I went to another sound showcase thing at weezie where Sarahs boyfriend Daniel was performing. They arent my thing but are always interesting and a good way to meet people. When I entered I asked
me: “how much is it”
girl: “7eur or 5eur.”
me: (laughing) “I get to pick?”
girl: (laughing with me) “yes”
me: “I’ll pick……….. 5 then.”

brilliant. tough negotiators the germans.

The crazy russian guy was there again (and just as the nightmares of kidney loss were beginning to pass), I think he arrived in the city the same day as me so its interesting to track our progress.

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He speaks german though which gives him a slightly unfair headstart in my opinion. It turns out he’s met someone and fallen in love which is fast work as we’ve only been here a little over two weeks. He was asking my opinion about love and relationships, apparently he’s been ready for kids since he was 21 (he’s 23 now), so is actually looking for a wife not a girlfriend. I declined to share my rather negatively outlook on love now that im single again. Instead we talked for a while, I attempted to tell him what he looked like he wanted to hear. He didnt look in the right frame of mind to hear how utterly frustrating women are, and he’s a crazy russian guy so i’m trying to keep on his good side.

I decide to skip the second showcase and got Nina to introduce me to three dutch guys that she knew, I spent the next hour or so drinking with them (they’d been drinking since 2pm, it was 10ish by then) so I had some catching up to do. They were really good fun, very laid back. The dutch sense of humour is really similar to english, everythings a joke, nothings taboo. I’d been working on my dutch accent impression since I met the new dutch guy at work, so this was an excellent opportunity for futher study for my craft.

We had a tip-off from Nina about a houseparty of some of her friends in the west “plagwitz” which is near my work. We set off in Mone’s car to find it, me and Benny the dog in the front, our three new dutch friends squashed in the back. The evening was taking on a nice international flavour, and promised the usual randomness that I’ve come to expect and love about living in Germany.

We arrived at the building of the party, luckily the music was loud as everyone we knew (and who knew the people hosting the party) were still on their way over from weezie so we had no real idea where it was. Peter the drunkest dutch guy secured entry to the building by flashing his stomach and doing a little jig in front of the security camera. Getting into the apartment proved harder as we didnt know the hosts or the “password”, a problem that seemed to disappear when we produced a crate of grolsch, prime party currency it would seem.

The party was great, really busy everyone that entered got a number on a post it note that we had to wear throughout. There was paper around and a postman so you could write notes to each other, not many people seemed to be using the facility but it was a nice touch.

I mingled, watched some charlie chaplin, got some stick from a french girl and german guy for only speaking english, my offer of a german conversation limited to “my name is adam”, “excuse me”, “thanks” and “tshirt” didnt seem to help the situation.

Blah Blah blah for several more hours. Then about 4:30 this very animated french guy with pen all over his face who spoke no english bugged me alot to talk to him in french, a language I know maybe a word or two more of than my vast german. I struggled to retrieve the immense knowledge I had accumulated in achieving my GCSE grade E in the language when I was 16. With some help from another girl who knew some french we just about muddled through. He wanted to know where I worked, the usual disbelief on his face that anyone works in leipzig. He didnt know spreadshirt so I showed him on the laptop that had been showing charlie chaplin movies all night. He looked really interested then revealed that he spoke perfect english, was german but found it fun to try and speak to people in french at parties, at 4am.

We left about 5:00am mone had acquired a bottle of champagne and was in no fit state to drive so we walked back with the dutch guys. Walking through the woods in the pitch black, with two pissed dutch guys, a beyond pissed german girl, just me and the other dutch guy aaron now sober, oh and of course benny the dog who although i didnt ask, didnt seem to be under the influence is a memory I’ll probably keep for a while. Florian the dutch guy who has also moved here (the other two were visiting him) recently has promised to teach me about whisky starting on wed when we go and watch the football.