Getting up today, I knew it wouldn't be the funnest day. I headed over to the University to meet with the group at 9 am, and to see how late people would actually show up after Kareoke last night. (10 was the latest). Our group got the presentation done around 1:00, and the presentations were at 2, so we hopped on Facebook and showed the Germans good old American Facebook. Jens and Evan did the actual presentation, which I thought went well... so did John actually, but not Dr. Fisch. Then again, apparently he thought they all stunk, so said the Germans.
After the presentations, we met to go to Enchilladas, which was a Mexican restuarant that happened to be delicious. I got the steak fajitas, and wow, they were simply amazing. Spezis of course were the drinks of choice for me. Perhaps the story of the night (and the biggest display of being a man I've ever seen), Andrew ate 21 jalepeno (?) peppers in about 45 seconds. John said it broke all the records for the trip, and how could it not? After that Jens and I proceeded to have a conversation in German about whether or not Andrew would die, or how bad the Durchfall would be (You gotta translate that one yourself guys). Little did I know I would end of sitting next to him on the plane... thankfully he was alright and did not have to get up 30 times to use the bathroom or anything.
After dinner the Germans took us to the Mahogany club where we all sat around, talked, and took some pictures. One by one people eventually left, and that was it...
I went back to pack my suitcase up, and fell asleep. Little did I know my roommate would also fall asleep, but he didn't pack. As we both awoke to a bang on the door at 5 am (when we were supposed to be on the bus), the look of horror on our faces had to be priceless. But, give the man credit... I've never seen someone pack that much in about 5 or 10 minutes. And it worked out, as we weren't even the last ones. And it worked out, that even though we left around 5:25 or 5:30, the train station was 5 minutes away, and our train wasn't until 6, right on platform 1. So we got there with so much time to spare, that the German bus driver had no reason to freak out like he did.
The train ride was actually a lot of fun. We talked about all kinds of things... sports and why the Steelers messed up their draft (haha, E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!), movie quotes, and general guy stuff. We got through the airport security with pretty minimal troubles, though our tickets once again froze the system of United. Oh, and Steve got his back searched because "THIS MAN HAS A KNIFE." After breaking his gift to his father and discovering it was his MP3 player, we left, without Steve getting so much as a sorry from the lady. Once we got to our gate, Steve Evan and I wanted some McDonalds, so one of the workers said we could get to one easily by just going to the next terminal over AND THAT WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH SECURITY AGAIN. He was so wrong. We took the tram over to Terminal B, where a brand new security checkpoint awaited us. We had to turn back to go to our terminal, and of course, more security. So we had to go through security again, and this time I set the metal detector off. The guy wanded me down and the thing didn't go off once, which boggles my mind. Eventually we just went and got these pizza stick things, which I liked, even though no one else did. The guy started to mess with me since I was wearing my Bayern soccer jersey. Even up to the last day, I can't get away from soccer hooligans.
The plane ride went MUCH faster than the plane ride over here, even though it was supposed to be longer. "Hellen Keller knows how to fly." All of our manliness levels dropped after watching the in-flight movie "27 Dresses", but have since returned to normal. We went through customs, I got my Euros converted into good old American dollars, and the trip was officially over. My dad and Uncle, who lives about 10 minutes from Dulles, greeted me outside of customs. I said my goodbyes to everyone, and then the three of us left. I went to my cousins' house for a little, and then at about 6 my dad and I left to make the 3 hour drive to good old Perkiomenville. I stayed awake until about 8:30 when I finally crashed, but staying up that late got me over my jetlag. No jetlag for me... can't complain.
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