Friday night: Cousin comes into town, we eat a delicious meal and drink at Molotovs. Shining moment of that night? Telling the stranger next to me that I wouldn't mind him sneaking himself in a picture with us if he'd just stop farting so bad. Seriously, the farting was so nasty - I was worried it was me because I was farting at the same time as he but I knew it wasn't me because I KNOW my flavor, *tssss.
Saturday: Jack's graduation. His family and more drinking. Not to mention adorable baby niece barfing on grandpa, sooooo cute! Dinner at Indian Oven, gulab jamman comes in the shape of two balls, I make a Lance Armstrong joke after eating one of the balls and then apologize while Jack warns his family that I'm disgusting. All was good though, because they're all super chill and nice and most importantly, tolerable- even when I ordered the lamb on the vegetarian side of the table. Finished the night off at Hobson's where we tackled 2 punchbowls and stumbled on home.
Sunday: Lunch at Suppenkuche, which meant more drinking. German food paired with German beer. Liver and head hurting, limbs feel weak, and my poo starts to anger. Then we go to a bbq where there's more beer and meat. We top off the night with Twilight. It was SO good! Just kidding, it was more like the opposite. The movie picked up in the last 15 minutes ad even then it was like watching Laguna Beach but with more inner monologues and boring-ass eye contact. Director of Twilight: stop it.
