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So.... It has officially been way over a month since my last blog post, so this is definitely overdue, and I want to extend my sincerest apologies. I have had a lot of time to do this, actually, and in all honesty have just been putting this off....
I have "Whiskey Lullaby" on loop right now for some reason... It's making me all sad and sentimental. Let's get some happier tunes up in this place. Okay, now we've got this blog post's theme song playing. It's called "A Night Like This" and it's by Caro Emerald. It was pretty popular when I first got here, and I really like it a lot. It reminds me of a kind of secretive, dangerous, possibly slightly modestly sexy party, and that is why it is the theme song of this blog. So right now, go to Youtube and find the music video for it, and play it while you're reading this. Go on. I'll wait. Okay.
So, on October 23, Geraldine told me we were going to a disco party type thing for kids between the ages of 12 and 16. I was pumped because I LOVE dancing and I was psyched for a chance to dance the night away. Well, let's just say, at then end, I left with swollen feet, dirty glasses, and a pounding headache. You know when you leave a party in that condition that you partied the right way. And believe me, it was a great time!
The party began at seven pm, but it was a while away, so we had to be on the Party Bus (which was just a city bus rented by Sparkasse for the party goers) at 6:15 sharp. At four o'clock, Geraldine said it was time to start getting ready. Now, I've never needed two hours to get ready for anything before, and this was no exception. I took a bath, did my hair and makeup, and got dressed in forty-five minutes and then waited for Geraldine and Romina to be ready to go.
Before we go on, do you want to know a secret? Okay, I'll tell you.
In the month before I left for Germany, I bought quite a bit of new clothing for my time here. One of these articles was a white dress made of soft lacey stuff, and with a waistband just below my breastline. It went just above my knees and was a perfect fit when I left home. This was what I wore for my night out with Geraldine, and holy cow, the thing seemed to have grown. I am very happy to say that the reason is this: since I left home for my adventure I have lost thirty pounds and can actually put on every pair of pants I own without unbuttoning or unzipping them. So, the dress was a little too big, but I wore it anyway because I didn't really have another one good for the event. Or so I thought, when I got there, I wished I had worn my black skinny jeans and a tank top or something along the lines of that. I felt a bit overdressed and since most of the others were wearing dark colors I stood out a bit. Whoops! Oh well, I'm American, what do you expect?
Now, the first half of the party was a little suckish. The DJ played tons of great songs, but we would only listen to half a song at a time before running outside to talk, or find somebody who was rumored to be there, or this, or that. It would have been fun if I had been able to talk to any of them, but they all talk at a million miles an hour, so I was just lost. After a while though, we spent more and more and more time in the actual party area. Dancing, and laughing, and all those other things people do in clubs and at parties. We had a great time! But, I cannot even begin to count the amount of times I got groped or felt up in some way! I guess that is part of the whole experience, but really! German boys! Show some class for goodness sakes! I didn't go through a single song without somebody brushing my behind. Now, I'm sure most of these were accidents, but some were just too "Well, hi there, sir," to have been accidents. Haha, it's over now though, and we all had a great time!
After the party, we drove on the bus back to Kamp-Lintfort and ate a little bit at the local McDonalds which is like one of three places we all hang out. At midnight, Bodo picked us up and we went home. I took an Advil, and fell into bed and slept through the night.
Ah, good times. I'll write back soon. Promise. :)
Until My Next Post,
Mit freundlichen Grüßen,
Anna <3
So.... It has officially been way over a month since my last blog post, so this is definitely overdue, and I want to extend my sincerest apologies. I have had a lot of time to do this, actually, and in all honesty have just been putting this off....
I have "Whiskey Lullaby" on loop right now for some reason... It's making me all sad and sentimental. Let's get some happier tunes up in this place. Okay, now we've got this blog post's theme song playing. It's called "A Night Like This" and it's by Caro Emerald. It was pretty popular when I first got here, and I really like it a lot. It reminds me of a kind of secretive, dangerous, possibly slightly modestly sexy party, and that is why it is the theme song of this blog. So right now, go to Youtube and find the music video for it, and play it while you're reading this. Go on. I'll wait. Okay.
So, on October 23, Geraldine told me we were going to a disco party type thing for kids between the ages of 12 and 16. I was pumped because I LOVE dancing and I was psyched for a chance to dance the night away. Well, let's just say, at then end, I left with swollen feet, dirty glasses, and a pounding headache. You know when you leave a party in that condition that you partied the right way. And believe me, it was a great time!
The party began at seven pm, but it was a while away, so we had to be on the Party Bus (which was just a city bus rented by Sparkasse for the party goers) at 6:15 sharp. At four o'clock, Geraldine said it was time to start getting ready. Now, I've never needed two hours to get ready for anything before, and this was no exception. I took a bath, did my hair and makeup, and got dressed in forty-five minutes and then waited for Geraldine and Romina to be ready to go.
Before we go on, do you want to know a secret? Okay, I'll tell you.
In the month before I left for Germany, I bought quite a bit of new clothing for my time here. One of these articles was a white dress made of soft lacey stuff, and with a waistband just below my breastline. It went just above my knees and was a perfect fit when I left home. This was what I wore for my night out with Geraldine, and holy cow, the thing seemed to have grown. I am very happy to say that the reason is this: since I left home for my adventure I have lost thirty pounds and can actually put on every pair of pants I own without unbuttoning or unzipping them. So, the dress was a little too big, but I wore it anyway because I didn't really have another one good for the event. Or so I thought, when I got there, I wished I had worn my black skinny jeans and a tank top or something along the lines of that. I felt a bit overdressed and since most of the others were wearing dark colors I stood out a bit. Whoops! Oh well, I'm American, what do you expect?
Now, the first half of the party was a little suckish. The DJ played tons of great songs, but we would only listen to half a song at a time before running outside to talk, or find somebody who was rumored to be there, or this, or that. It would have been fun if I had been able to talk to any of them, but they all talk at a million miles an hour, so I was just lost. After a while though, we spent more and more and more time in the actual party area. Dancing, and laughing, and all those other things people do in clubs and at parties. We had a great time! But, I cannot even begin to count the amount of times I got groped or felt up in some way! I guess that is part of the whole experience, but really! German boys! Show some class for goodness sakes! I didn't go through a single song without somebody brushing my behind. Now, I'm sure most of these were accidents, but some were just too "Well, hi there, sir," to have been accidents. Haha, it's over now though, and we all had a great time!
After the party, we drove on the bus back to Kamp-Lintfort and ate a little bit at the local McDonalds which is like one of three places we all hang out. At midnight, Bodo picked us up and we went home. I took an Advil, and fell into bed and slept through the night.
Ah, good times. I'll write back soon. Promise. :)
Until My Next Post,
Mit freundlichen Grüßen,
Anna <3
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