so getting from amsterdam to berlin was no easy goddamn feat, and not only can marion and i attest to that but so can ivan, brent, ty, van, ivan's mother and an irish and polish lad who's names i cannot recall. i don't know where we went wrong, but about 3 hours into the trip, and 3 wrong train stops later, we ended up with two americans, a german, and two colombians in tow-- making every coach we were in the party car. that means that we have new best friends.
we were supposed to get in at 8 pm, but we ended up getting here at 4 am the next morning, where we stayed in our hostel. on one local train from germany our party joined up with a bachelorette party of russian "stewardesses" (outfits included) who shot syringes full of minty green liquid into our mouths and gave us little bottles of plum brandy (i also got some furry leopard print handcuffs from the bride herself-- i was a huge hit with the girls bc they were all drunk and kept rubbing my baldy head raw and kissing me and grabbing me. it's probably because i look like a lesbian)
our party stopped somewhere else in germany (it looked like freaking las vegas) where we all ordered too much tequila and took a bunch of really adOREable photos that have since mysteriously disappeared from my camera.
now we are in berlin with david and staying at a hostel and waking up too late to get the cheap-o breakfast and thanking god david knows passable german bc all i know is "ich ben ein berliner" and "mein kampf" and marion keeps mispronouncing "kreutzberg."
