friday night was my first official german party. it was the eighteenth birthday of my friend eva. so, about 9.30 i bundled myself up and biked over to her house. ironically, i managed to hold several regular conversations, introducing myself to a clutch of new folks (including a really tall boy named Mich-ai-yell, who I think might become a friend?) and talking like a normal human bean. moral of the story is that, as long as we keep it in my vocabulary, I can sort of speak German like a human bean. Not always, but...
It's nice. My vocabulary isn't huge, but it's getting bigger. So... wait. Plus, you get to see the progression of girl/boy from normal to spilling odd-cocktail all down their front.
Also, I had my first proper sip of German beer! Story being:
Mich-ai-yell (it's actual spelled Michael, I believe). "Do you drink?"
Him: You haven't had a beer yet?
Me: No? (casting about) Uhm, I don't like the way it smells.
Him: Here, have a sip. (Goes on about "Good German beer", not that "pissy American beer"
Me: (takes a sip). Is disgusted.
But then people take it like a proper challenge (but not a scary one, just kind of funny). My host brother keeps asking. So, have you had a beer yet? Yet? Why not? You're allowed to, you know!
Yesterday we had the annual Arbeitstage, where my upstairs-neighbor and my host family winter-proof the garden. I've never been one for manual labor, but it was actually kind of fun. We ate a lot and I raked for like six hours.
We got up early and ate breakfast fast (a rarity, especially on the weekends). By 9:15 we were all outside, reading out the plan of attack. And then we started raking. By 10:00, Steffan, my older host brother, came around offering the first round of beers.
I mean, honestly... we were climbing ladders. There was a chainsaw. Doesn't seem like a good idea. And it was 10:00 in the morning. I don't even think that's five o'clock anywhere.
So I said no. He pointed at the box. See, look. It's non-alcoholic. You'll like this one better.
I still say no.
Flash-forward to lunch. Steffan hands me a bottle. It's still gross. It takes me about 5 hours to drink. It is rank and... just ew. I'd rather have tea.
But for some reason, this offends people, as if I am personally insulting their heritage because I don't want to drink their beer.
/end alcoholic times.
So, after we finished working, we all went inside and ate. Then we watched a movie and went to bed. This morning we had a huge breakfast (my two older host-siblings are home) and I'm going to work on English today, as well as learn a bit for school.
I think I might take a bike ride, too.
That's all for now
PS-- I finished my first christmas gift, a green-teal slouchy beret in seed-stitch. it's blocking at the moment, but it's quite pretty. also, the christmas market opens on november 26... i'm pretty excited.