The hangover

Sunday began like most Sundays do for me, waking up slightly confused and far too early on someone else's couch. There I was thinking hey.. I'm not hungover! However I later realised that I was still a bit drunk in the morning and in the afternoon the hangover hit me pretty hard I must say. 

Anyway at about 10 am I finally summed up to courage to go and get a Döner, it was magnificent, I think I may have been converted to lamb over here. Eventually I managed to get into contact with Julian's parents and his mother picked me up, after that I realised that I will need to buy a German phone as mine is locked to Telstra. 

Later in the afternoon I helped Phillip correct an email he was sending, it was a nice moment to be the one correcting someone else's use of language for once! However the mistakes were not big so it did not take long, it reminded me of when I first reread my blog and realised I had written most of it in Denglish (Deutsch/English). 

Later we went to a pub in a small village near Marburg for dinner, I ordered the Jägerschnitzel (no it does not contain jägermeister) which I think may be one of the greatest inventions mankind has ever created. Basically it is a pork schnitzel with a sauce and mushrooms on top (I know that dad would love it) and this schnitzel was HUGE. I think probably about 3 times the size of the schnitzels we would eat at home. Sadly I did not feel up to having a beer with it so it was not the completely stereotypical German dining experience.

Later on in the evening Uli and I went outside at about 10 pm, smoked cigars and drank beer on the balcony whilst overlooking the city and talking some premium smack. Uli is a great guy, we get along very well so I had a good time talking to him about life and all things Australian/German. I also noticed that my taste is ever changing, the first time I had a cigar about a year or two I didn't enjoy it that much however this time I liked it quite a lot. It reminded me of how when I was a lot younger I didn't like beer and now I live for beer. 

On a side note he calls me Simpson, like most nicknames it's not really derived from anything other than sounding similar but hey, it's all just a bit of fun. The way he says it reminds me of how Mr Burns says "Simpson eh?" every time Homer or the whole family are brought up on The Simpsons. 

Song for the day: apocalypse dreams - tame impala