Last night I was convinced to go out by my fellow grad buddies. We ended up at an Irish Pub where no one spoke German(including the waiters). I thought that was really weird. But I had a few Guinness (fresh-yum!) and we had a great night of laughter...haven't laughed that hard in awhile! The one guy is actually an undergrad, but he's 30, and has placed higher in some classes than the grads, so we consider him one of us lol. Anyways, he bought us girls some roses from this poor guy who was trying so hard to sell them. And as soon as he bought them Cynthia broke hers over his head, literally. Below is a picture of the result.
Oh and before I forget, I think I've mentioned to a few of you how I think the construction here seems really dangerous. The guys work without hardhats most of the time. I noticed the other day they were lifting stuff with a crane over peoples' heads that were just walking along their way. They don't do like a pulley system back home, instead if they need a piece of wood up top, there's a person on every level handing it up. Oh, and they drink on their breaks. Not such a huge deal here, but still, makes me wonder. Need proof? Here's a bottle of wine a few guys finished off at lunch the other day:
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