U.V.M = und viel mehr.
Soop. So remember that place I tried to describe a few posts ago - the one I referred to as the old folk's hangout. Well I'm a fucking regular. When I'm done with homework and dinner at like 8, and still feeling lively I fucking stroll on over to the Kaiser and me and Carie, who's the only American in 20,000 km3 gossip and talk shit about everybody. This place is practically an old inn with traditional fare and on evenings a bunch of old Germans who have lived in the villiage for fourteen generations come in to drink and tell stories. All of a sudden, these two Americans bust through the door with their language, and their clothes. You have to realize, where we are, it isn't like the post-modern turtleneck, super thin metal-frame glasses Germans...its the rural folks with fucking weird hats and shit. So everyone's staring at us as we're chucklehousing. That was at the begining but now we're like a beloved novelty. Me and the owner are tight. I walked in last night and sat down, still feeling totally out of place. I'm fidgeting with my phone waiting on Carie and the owner walks up behind me, without me having ordered, drops a giant mug of beer on the table, says "besser als kaffee, oder!?" (better than coffee - which is what i had when i was there earlier with da fam), lets out a fucking mighty chortle and slaps me on the back. Word. I'm a regular at the Gasthof Kaiser.
On Friday we went to this bar that was off the fucking hook. I think it was the hippest joint in Horb (which isn't saying much given that hip isn't exactly Horb's a-game) Nevertheless, the shits in an old witch prison! Its in this ancient tower and you have to walk up these stairs and the bar is all wood and small and two floors. There's like old bags of wheat or some shit up over in the rafters and red lights in the tiny windows where some old woman was trying to leap out of a handfull of centuries ago. Kirstin was convinced that everywhere she looked some woman had once been sobbing in fetal position - that's true prolly. Plus, the music was off the hook, I even heard like a pretty good house remix of Teardrop. I don't even know if we're welcome to go again though. After I left, one of the German guys we were hanging out with and our buddy Moy from Mexico through a combination of booze, misunderstanding, and prolly aggression. Eitherway I guess the German dude starts slamming a beer bottle against his head and, eventually, breaks it. OK :-/ Moye was not shredded the next day so I'm guessing it got diffused eventually.
The next day we woke up early and took a train to Freiburg, where there's a full-year program I almost went to. The train ride took forever and we got delayed in this tiny town where I had the worst fucking lunch evah. Freiburg itself has its shit to-getha. I think its the best University in all of Germany and old-town was absolutely loaded with people. There were so many cool stores and shit to see, and some of the hippest fuckers walking around ever. I saw this guy that was wearing, get this, a full burgundy velvet suit, a fucking huge white cravatte, and like shades that were just a huge rectangle. Me and Kirstin actually followed him for a bit, and he actually PAUSED on a bridge and looked at around at the world. Later on we climbed to the top of a church and took some pictures. When we got back we just went to our standard joint and had a few drinks.
On Saturday while I was in Freiburg a group of Hungarians rolled into town and one of them is crashing in my house. She's nice, although we have about 2 things in common, shared humanity being one of them. However, Hubert has been like a changed man since she showed up. The atmosphere in da house is much much lighter and I even grew the courage to make fun of Hubez a bit. He actually laughed! Phewph. So after breakfast on Sunday I took a walk and decided to finally cross the creek near our house. I walked alongside the woods and listened to M83. The music basically inspired me to go into the woods for a bit. I took some pictuers and enjoyed nature to the music - the shit was so perfect, practically in the top 10 cinematic moments. Later we went to Freudenstadt to walk around for a bit. We saw some fucking truffles in a truffle shop window and then went in and bought them. WHAT!? It was great, I felt like I was in a goddamn late 19th Century novella or some shit. ... Anways, Olympics are dope and they're on. Its taken on a whole new dimension with a bunch of foreigners....the World Cup is gonna result in a bloodbath. We're going for our Monday Brew so I'm not even gonna talk politics like I planned. Lucky. Check ya
-maleek.
p.s., pics on this shit aint working, ill post later.
On Friday we went to this bar that was off the fucking hook. I think it was the hippest joint in Horb (which isn't saying much given that hip isn't exactly Horb's a-game) Nevertheless, the shits in an old witch prison! Its in this ancient tower and you have to walk up these stairs and the bar is all wood and small and two floors. There's like old bags of wheat or some shit up over in the rafters and red lights in the tiny windows where some old woman was trying to leap out of a handfull of centuries ago. Kirstin was convinced that everywhere she looked some woman had once been sobbing in fetal position - that's true prolly. Plus, the music was off the hook, I even heard like a pretty good house remix of Teardrop. I don't even know if we're welcome to go again though. After I left, one of the German guys we were hanging out with and our buddy Moy from Mexico through a combination of booze, misunderstanding, and prolly aggression. Eitherway I guess the German dude starts slamming a beer bottle against his head and, eventually, breaks it. OK :-/ Moye was not shredded the next day so I'm guessing it got diffused eventually.
The next day we woke up early and took a train to Freiburg, where there's a full-year program I almost went to. The train ride took forever and we got delayed in this tiny town where I had the worst fucking lunch evah. Freiburg itself has its shit to-getha. I think its the best University in all of Germany and old-town was absolutely loaded with people. There were so many cool stores and shit to see, and some of the hippest fuckers walking around ever. I saw this guy that was wearing, get this, a full burgundy velvet suit, a fucking huge white cravatte, and like shades that were just a huge rectangle. Me and Kirstin actually followed him for a bit, and he actually PAUSED on a bridge and looked at around at the world. Later on we climbed to the top of a church and took some pictures. When we got back we just went to our standard joint and had a few drinks.
On Saturday while I was in Freiburg a group of Hungarians rolled into town and one of them is crashing in my house. She's nice, although we have about 2 things in common, shared humanity being one of them. However, Hubert has been like a changed man since she showed up. The atmosphere in da house is much much lighter and I even grew the courage to make fun of Hubez a bit. He actually laughed! Phewph. So after breakfast on Sunday I took a walk and decided to finally cross the creek near our house. I walked alongside the woods and listened to M83. The music basically inspired me to go into the woods for a bit. I took some pictuers and enjoyed nature to the music - the shit was so perfect, practically in the top 10 cinematic moments. Later we went to Freudenstadt to walk around for a bit. We saw some fucking truffles in a truffle shop window and then went in and bought them. WHAT!? It was great, I felt like I was in a goddamn late 19th Century novella or some shit. ... Anways, Olympics are dope and they're on. Its taken on a whole new dimension with a bunch of foreigners....the World Cup is gonna result in a bloodbath. We're going for our Monday Brew so I'm not even gonna talk politics like I planned. Lucky. Check ya
-maleek.
p.s., pics on this shit aint working, ill post later.
posted by malik at 8:29 AM
1 Comments:
double posted. neways, your antics do a good job of keeping me entertained while i put off my midterm for yet another day. sounds like ur having a blast.
-spaceship bunny
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