Happy Thanksgiving

The duck races in Marburg. I'm not to sure of the
tradition, but you buy a plastic duck, paint it, set it
on the Lahn River, and see which duck wins the
race a 100 meters down river. Olivia's (girl in middle)
didnt win. I think she cried.

I sit here in German-land in a height of jealousy and loneliness. You see, I have no turkey leg in my hand. I have no mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberries or corn swimming in a plate of thick turkey gravy...because I have no turkey gravy either. I did have burritos for lunch and supper today, but it just wasn't the same. Please, you that are reading now, since it is a fifty fifty chance you are amercan, please fix a turkey plate for me..say a little prayer, like gobble gobble amen, and then proceed to eat in my name. If you really want it make it complete, drink beer the rest of the day with your two brothers until about 10:oo (a good solid drunk should be developed) and then go down to the local bar and proceed to chase any women with more than two teeth and less then three kids. A good start to the Happy Holidays.


So I haven't blogged in two months. Whats my deal? Well keep reading and I will tell all.

I had my 30th birthday a month ago. I decided to throw a party at my house. It was quite fun. But many things got broken. Here is a short list: glasses, plates, door windows, bathroom vanities, my bed etc. etc. As you can see some people got a little wild. It wasn't my fault either. For the birthday present, the students bought me a 3 liter bottle of Bacardi. Hence, the destruction that ensued.

I'm thirty now. My twenties are gone in a decade of long education, failed relationships, and hard knock experiences. I had a chilling thought when I looked in the mirror this morning with my face red, splotchy, and a little wrinkled from sleep: I think I see middle age kreeping in there, one small laugh line at a time. I'm still trying to accept it.

Two weeks ago, with no plans for a Friday night, I decide to make my own adventure. There is a Techno club in Frankfurt that I always wanted to go to. The name of it is simply 'U60311'. It is an old subway station converted into mind altering concussion of lights, massive beats, and lots of smoke. I took the train from Marburg and reached Frankfurt about midnight. One could say the Frankfurt train station has its own club scene at midnight on Fridays. I thought I was pretty popular as woman after woman smiled, waved to me, and asked me questions in German I didnt understand. I dont care if they were all hookers looking for johns, and least they made me smile.

From the train station, U60311 is only a ten minute walk. Something to keep in mind as I looked for a subway or trolly for 20 minutes in attempt to get there. One of the hookers finally pointed me in the right direction. The line to the club was pretty long at that point, so I did my best with my bad german and talked to as many people as I could in the line to make some instant friends. When one has a whiskey bottle in a cold misty Frankfurt night, I find it is still possible to make friends. In fact, the man behind me became very friendly, and he later offered to sell Ecstasy to me--two pills for 10 euros. Thinking as a medicinal chemist, I couldn't readily swallow his pills. I once heard a true story about 5 people who ended up with instant Parkinson's disease due to a shortcut in synthesis. Spending the rest of my life without being able to control my arms and legs sounds pretty gruesome to me.

I found some people to hangout with--some students from Mannheim who went to Frankfurt for fun. Unfortunately I found the music disappointing. The DJs seem to like to play with the crowds for some reason. They would play some good beats--and then cut the music for ten seconds to complete silence, and then come back with something completely different then what was playing before. I just didnt get into it. Maybe Im too old to dance Techno, but I noticed most of the crowd was my age or older though.

At 4 in the morning, I finally took the train back to Marburg and started sleeping the minute I hit the train seat. I was rudely awakened 20 minutes later by a non-impressed train conductor asking for my ticket. It was quite the adventure, but expensive.

Für ein bisschen, Ich spreche in Deutsch. Ich kenne meine Grammatik ist sehr schlecht. Ich muss mehr Deutsch sprechen und schreiben. Ein Weg für mich Deutsch kennen lernen ist Geige Musik spielen. Ich habe Nachhilfe. Mein Lehrer ist russiche und wenig Englishe sprechen. Er ist kurz und ein artistischen Man. Mein erste Gedanke nicht ab ein Reuße. Jetzt Ich kann Stille Nacht wieder spielen. Auf den ersten Blick kann ich nicht wiedergeben kann. Mein Lehrer sagte, es klang wie Terrorismus nach Marburg kommen, nicht die schöne Stille Nacht. Ich gedacht das war sehr lustig.