Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Wake Up Exhausted



My word, Germans can party hard.

I made a lesbian friend and on the weekend she took me round all the gay places in the city. Unknowingly, I’ve managed to pick one of the top 5 gay cities in Germany.


Awesomes.

So she took me to all the best gay bars where at one I was forced to sing Bohemian Rhapsody at a karaoke night.

German clubs are weird places. Aside from the fact that all their music is about 10 years out of date (and I don’t mean in a 90s night kind of way), it’s not illegal to smoke in clubs over here.

In England, by the time I was old enough to get into clubs, the smoking ban was in place and it was illegal to smoke in any public enclosed space like cafes and restaurants and clubs. But not here. Here it’s fine and you have to stumble through the smoke haze to reach the bar where you can order horrendously cheap beer.

So by the time we stumbled out of the last club and it was getting light out, I crawled into my bed at about 6am without showering or changing my clothes and now my entire room reeks of cigarettes.

Lovely.

I dragged myself down to breakfast a mere 3 hours later in order to maintain my charade of being a grown up and responsible adult in an attempt keep the parents happy and not make them wonder why they’ve entrusted their children to a hungover muppet.


It didn’t work.

The 4 year old immediately threw himself on my lap and the 6 year old started shouting in my ear and I thought my head was going to explode. After I’d disentangled myself, the nosey 10 year old then asked what time I got to bed, to which I just replied, “late”. The parents just laughed knowingly at me and said I didn’t have to join them for breakfast on the weekends if I was tired (because I don’t work weekends).

You would think this would serve as a warning to me to try to get some early nights in…

But today I set my personal record for getting washed and dressed as I need to leave the house at 7:30 and this morning I woke up at 7:10.


Have you ever tried getting a 4 year old child to eat breakfast, brush their teeth, get dressed, pack their bag and out the door in 10 minutes?

I have.

I entirely blame LF for this as she insisted last night that it was ridiculous that it was 8pm and we were both in our pyjamas. So I was dragged from my comfy PJs and sensible bedtime to go to a lesbian bar where between our joined language skills we both shared our coming out stories and stayed out entirely too late considering I should have been up at 6 the next morning.

I fear this will become a pattern.

-T

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