| Ganz hubsch... |
[Aug. 13th, 2005|12:18 am] |
Got back recently from an end-of-class party with my fellow students taking the same Deutchkurs at the Migros Klubschule. Was very fun.
John, one of the students, invited everyone to his apartment building for the party. We went to the roof of his place where he and his fiancee set up a table and tarp for it all. We brought stuff too, like wine, cheese, crackers... John, being American and missing a few American foods, got tortilla chips with salsa and pretzels. He also made a great Pasta salad.
It was an amusing class today. Out of the 4 week course, the first 3 weeks we had Fatima. However, for the 4th week she had to leave us to teach a Spanish course at another part of the city, and left the class in the hands of her colleague, Renee, for that last week. Renee's a really... aloof sort of character, and today was particularly so.
On his common teaching tangents, at one point he was asking us say, what we might want to buy at a supermarket. While asking Kati, the Bulgarian girl with only a meager grasp of German and no other languages than Russian, he somehow got to asking what Asparagus was. Kati had nooo idea what it was, naturally. So Renee took to trying to draw it to explain what it was. And my oh my... the drawing. Can you say, dildo? It sure looked like one. Everyone who recognized it like so (which was most everyone, though not all, Kati after all, was still clueless what in hell was going on) was stifling laughter. Poor Renee was wondering what it was all about. So he asked the person who was most obviously cracking up, John, what was funny about it. John, just being aware that it probably wasn't appropriate with Miriam, the youngest in the class at 15 years old, there, and just said "Ich weiss nicht."
It was then that the class took a short break, and when we came back, Renee went on one of his tangents about it. He sorta wanted to explain "I get afraid/nervous that people would laugh at me when I draw" (Ich habe Angst, dass Mann auslachen, wenn Ich *blah*), though in a hypothetical sense for all of us to know... So he thought we were laughing at his skill at drawing, when really... Well yeah. Dildo. And he drew it again, to show what he meant. T'was hilarious at the time. Poor Renee, he meant well, but didn't really work with us.
In any case, we were at John's place from 1pm to about 9-ish at night, which is a loooong time. We had a lot of fun though, haven't laughed as much as I have today in a long time. Fatima came around when she was done with work for the day, and she's a lot of fun too. You kinda have to love her to death for how she is. Miriam had left the party by then, since she's flying tomorrow, so we were free to say what we wanted to. We even got Fatima to draw us an Asparagus as she might in class... Yeahh, more a Vibrator than Renee's. We drank, snacked, ate, and discussed what we might be doing tomorrow for the Street Parade. What we'd wear, that sort of thing. It's the kind of event which really brings out the exotic costume in you. Sadly, all I can do is crazy-spike my hair and wear bright colors. Like maybe my yellow Michigan T-shirt. Can't wear anything nice, it'll be hot. And probably wet. Foam parties in the streets, not to mention being right by the lake. Even so... much wearing of John's multicolored wigs, dancing, and so on.
Left late, while waiting for the tram we looked up at the underside of a highway overpass where a Kiosk actually used an overhead projector to display public SMS messages. Send a message to this number here, and we'll display it. "Bisch!" "Ich liebe Cilia!" Stuff like that. It was really charming, and we sent our own message, but didn't get to see it by the time our tram came around.
I'll miss Miriam a bit. She's a nice, charming girl. Most 15 year olds are prats, but like a lot of expat kids... She grew up quickly in a worldly sort of way. I got to hang out with her a fair bit before she left, and she really was a nice, fun girl. It's weird to hear someone take travel for granted again. |
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