When Life Hands You Lemons

The world has apologized, and I have forgiven it. Within hours of posting the last post, I...

...tried to pay my fine (didn't happen yet, technicalities in the way...) and since I now have to pay every single little time I want to use the train, it was decided that since I was already in a quaint little town on the outskirts of Stuttgart I would enjoy the seventy degree Saturday. See, right there was already a course to put me in a better mood.

While meandering around with no particular place to go I saw in a shop window a Michigan State University t-shirt. How random is that?!? I got so excited and kept pointing at it like an idiot exclaiming to Nick, ''Did you see it? Can you see it? Why would they have that? Crazy!'' To put this in perspective, NO ONE here knows of any colleges beyond Standford and Yale. And possibly the college Mark Zuckerberg attended, but only because they exist in movies. I think Michigan State is referenced in one of the American Pie movies, but c'mon. Obscure college t-shirt in another country in which it's citizens do not even know where Michigan is? Awesome.
 (I usually tell people where I'm from by saying ''near Detroit'' It works. But let's be honest, who can name all sixteen of Germany's states? Point.)

...Then after a very slow Sunday day in which Nick abandoned me for model UN practice, (Who knew that there was model UN practice. Phff...Nerds.) I was invited to play Ultimate Frisbee with a bunch of German friends. Here's where it gets great. We were going to bike to the park, and as we went to the shed to fetch Sonja's bike (the one I always use) Nick wheeled out one I didn't recognize. Probably because they just bought it. For me. My very own bike! As you can imagine I reacted like the adult I am by saying thank you and not by jumping up and down and squealing about how 'it has a bell!!'.
I named her Lemon. (Long story.) She is beautiful.

Back to the Frisbee...
 As a college student, I should have been a Frisbee pro, because that's what college kids do, right? Too much time shut in my room pouring over textbooks, I guess. (Phff...Nerd.) So instead of dressing like all the other smart kids, I was wearing a pair of new jeans and my favorite Pearl Jam shirt. Who knew that Ultimate Frisbee can get physical? And that you can continue to play in the rain? And that I would have so much fun?
Once we got back, Ray took one look at me and asked if I had played too, because from my grass-stained t-shirt and mud-drenched jeans and shoes it was not clear whether I had been playing Frisbee or wrestling an unruly wombat.

I went straight into the bathroom to change and soak my clothes. Really though I would not be too upset if the stains didn't come off, because they're good stains. Stains that would remind me to chill out and still be a kid every once in a while.