I was going on proudly about how there were no sausages served at my party… I’ve tried not to change too much since I moved here… I still prefer whiskey to beer, steaks to sausages, shawarma to doener, pepsi to orange juice. I thought the party was a victory.

Last night, I had no plans. My roommate J.(one who I had very briefly met for the first time on the night of the party) asked if I was interested in going to some party with them. Sure.

So, we got on the bikes, I grabbed a beer from T. and we rode off to the party. We chatted a bit on the way, I was happy, a good party the night before, a good first impression on my new roommates, meeting new people and fitting in more and more in Berlin… I was happy.

Hold it. Rewind. Got on a fucking bike. Grabbed a fucking beer. And RODE off to a party. It hit me ten minutes into the ride. I’m riding a bike to the party. I’m on my second beer. I’m drinking way too much beer. Riding a fucking bicycle! NO! They had somehow snuck up on me. I was too busy ignoring them that they got me! I was indoctrinated. Broken-in. Housebroken. Trained like the dog that I am.

My parents cried.

More beer at the party. Some ping pong. Some flirting. Nothing more. Yes. On the way back, I struggled with learning to ride a bike drunk. Not the most fun of things. Those bones below my ass cheeks. I swear they were creaking. The bike swayed left and right, or maybe I did, and it held its’ course. And in the midst of this learning experience, a guy riding a bike in the other direction screams at us that we’re riding on the wrong lane. T. and J. appologized. I laughed my ass off and thought… “I’m blogging this”… a glimmer of hope… a small spark made itself visible. I kept it hidden. I will nurture it, in secrecy. Then, one day, I will turn the tables on them. One day, all Germans will leave their home at night, beer in hand, to ride to the party, and they’ll notice that their tyres are flat, brakes are cut, and seat is ripped off. Resist. I can resist!

I barked myself to sleep.

I made pancakes this morning.

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