Dora blogs from Frankfurt

So my current location is at Emma Craig's humble abode in the very tall city of Frankfurt. I'd forgotten what sky scrapers were like- they are tall. Really tall. Frankfurt is a bit like the centre of London. It's full of businessy people and very tall buildings. Did I mention they are tall?

Clearly a few weeks without blogging has left me incapable of making any sense. Apologies in advance for how rambly and lacking in direction this entry will likely be.

So since my last entry, which detailed the Brits invading, I had a birthday and turned 21. To celebrate, I had fun party times in Köln with my family and friends. That sentence took a long time because I accidentally switched the keyboard to Russian (thanks, Emma's laptop!). Köln party times was really fun; we ate steak and went clubbing. Parents did not attend club, to the disappointment of us all. But the next day we all hung out by the Rhein and drank beer and ate currywurst, after climbing the Kölner Dom and looking out over the city. It was a very German afternoon.

I then had another week of school, which included teaching the terms "lightweight" and "slag" to my year 12s; they were doing a lesson on British stereotypes. Oh.

On Friday, just as I'd resigned myself to a night in, I heard the Spice Girls blasting out of one of my (all male) flatmates' rooms. When I went to investigate, I found two of them drinking beer, wearing coloured sunglasses and singing along at the top of their voices. Needless to say, I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, put on my heartshaped sunglasses and joined in. I ended up drunk at a party with some Germans I didn't know, until 3am. Unexpected evening of fun WIN.

Saturday I went to Köln, as is becoming part of my weekly routine, to go out with Maria. We went to a club, full of more lesbians than I have ever seen in one place. It was borderline terrifying. Still, it was a while since I'd been to a club that actually plays fun (bad) clubbing music, so I was well chuffed.

Right now, I am in Frankfurt. Me and Maxface went on what was going to be a two day trip, to see Emma Craig and Daniel Brooks, including a visit to Mainz, twin town to Watford. I can safely say Mainz was nothing like Watford, except for some annoying 18 year old chav equivalents that hassled us on the train home.

We've been here since Monday; it's now Thursday. To be fair, I have nowt to do back in Bochum and tonight we are going OUT! So I'm not gonna complain.

I hope that was a reasonable summary of the last few weeks. Expect another mammoth update when I'm back from Eastern Tour (Budapest, Bratislava, Vienna, YAY!) next Sunday. I heart Osterferien.

Dora.
xxx

I love my life as a DICKHEAD...

Lads on tour

...all my FRIENDS are DICKHEADS too!

One of the highlights of Jessy, Robyn, Nat and Lindsay visiting me? Getting a cab home from a bar last night, really drunk, singing "Being a Dickhead's Cool" at the top of our voices, and having the cab driver shout, "weiter, weiter!" (keep going, keep going!).

Another thing I liked? Not being the only person with my legs out. It was nice to know I wasn't the only person getting evils for wearing summer clothes in sunny weather. (nb. Germans do not like it when you wear anything short, but I am bored of jeans.)

Robyn and Jessy having a Marilyn Monroe Moment

We had a fabulous weekend, quite frankly. It was awesome having a bunch of Brits around, and I quite enjoyed having to translate everything for everyone. It makes me feel clever.

The weekend began with me fetching the girls from Dortmund Hbf (huhhboof), which they got to all by themselves, making me very proud! I then took them back to Bochum with me and we went out for noms at a restaurant that did yummy vegan burgers. After that we went home where we attempted naptime for a couple of hours before Naddy cooked dinner (Jessy helped by chopping a pepper), and then Glen and his friend Alex came round to pre-drink with us before we hit Bochum town centre.

We tried to go to Stargate, that being me and Glen's (ex-)favourite Bochum club, but we actually got turned away for being too straight and having too many girls with us. Maaan did we kick up a fuss! We then went to an electro night with my flatmate, but not before Angry Feminist Glennchen had sent him this text:

"Wir haben zu viel Mushi!! ZU VIEL!! um rein in Stargate zu kommen! Zu viel Mushi für ein Minderheitsgruppe!! dass finde ich ungerecht!!!"

(translation: we have too much pussy!! TOO MUCH!! to go into Stargate! Too much pussy for a minority group!! I find that unjust!!!)

Anyway, it is now 3pm and I am yet to leave the house, so I will leave you with some pictures of me and Glen dancing in my kitchen.

Dora.
xxx