The Third Anniversary of My 21st Birthday

I don't know if I've touched on the unfriendliness of Germans. Don't get me wrong. They are very nice people. They are just.. well.. I guess the best way of putting it is "busy". They don't like to bother with American things such as "small talk", and talking to strangers just to say hi.  They only ask you things if the answer is necessary. They offer information on a need to know basis. This is an absolute rule.. with one exception. Beer Halls.
 Naturally, as a non-drinker, I decided it would be a great idea to go to probably the most famous and definitely the first Beer Hall in the World to celebrate my 24th birthday. Hofbrauhaus was everything I hoped it would be and more. It is located in the center of town, down a few side streets but all together a a great location. When we entered, the first floor was completely full to the brim with ~300 people, so we ventured to the top floor which it turns out was definitely the best. The way it was set up was very wedding-esque-- we actually thought we were intruding on a private party. There was a big dance floor in the center surrounded by long dinning tables for ~100 people. There were a few long tables in the back.. maybe ten that could hold around ten people. In the front, there was a stage with an Umpapa band (which apparently is a real word. thanks mom).  Private party or not, Anna and I strode across the dance floor to a table in the back and were seated by a real wench of a woman in a dirndl who really did not want to serve us. We got out drinks and started to have a great time.

 Elise, me, and Brigitte

Anna and me
Turns out the table behind us was a table full of drunken soldiers stationed in Germany. They thought it was so great that I was having a birthday and proceeded to party with us. Our wench of a server kept coming up to us and telling us to be quite. C'mon please. We're in a beer hall lady. We talked and they sang to me too many times and it was great! However, they were at the first stop of their pub crawl. When they left, we talked to the other table next to us. This was full of Swiss Tourists. There were eight of them. They were very pretty.
 They also thought it was great that it was my birthday. In their words: "do you speak english?".. "For you, I will speak English". They taught me fun Swiss drinking games, having no idea I was in fact, not drinking. It's a good thing I didn't lose. After this, we decided to Bavarian Dance. Neither one of us knew how, so we just kind of made it up. My dance partners name was "Jan." That's right. A (kind of) German named Jan. My life is now complete. It was great fun!

After this, we went to some hostel where we just hung out and talked. It was great. I decided to go home around 230 so I wouldnt miss the last U-bahn... I had to take a connection. Halfway home.. I missed the last connecting U-bahn, and had to walk 3 miles in the snow. At 3 am. This was not so fun, but I have to say, it was very lovely and beautiful. I made it back to the bar where my friends were still drinking, and went home with Elise. All in all, it was the best birthday ever.


Oh yeah. This is Louis. Remember this face. I could dedicate an entire blog to him. He is awesome. He bought me alcoholfree chocolate. He likes to walk through dark parks.