Good thing too, because the Stadtfest is this weekend so I can spend all my time at a German-style Mama Ruth Picnic. (If you don't know what that is, you're missing out. There's all-you-can-eat chicken.) I just wish I was better with people. Last night a group went out to see all there is to see--mostly German bands attempting English songs--and the entire time I couldn't shake the feeling of being a human-sardine. Kudos to you if that's your thing, but not being able to freely move my arms really makes me uncomfortable.
A really interesting, for lack of better word, rap group played and I'll give it to them, they had stage presence and giggly-worthy lyrics. And track suits. Matching track suits. Need I say more?
And I happened to be wearing this. Does it not scream remember-your-childhood-and-all-the-crazy-stuff-your-mom-used-to-dress-you-in-after-having-just-poofed-your-bangs-to-lawn-hedge-infamy? I fondly call it the barn sweater.
The next day came another group, a local Tübingen favorite, and they were pretty awesome. Apart from being really quirky and fun, one song was about wanting whole milk and it just so happened that I had groceries with me and decided to hold up my liter like a lighter. I got a monstrous laugh and thumbs up from the bassist. Who happened to be wearing a top hat. So far it's been a weekend filled with festivities and odd shows of fashion plumage. Who knows what will come next? Maybe I'll get started on studying for my exam on Monday.
Top Hat... I be you he was Slash.
ReplyDeleteAh...what's with the sarcastic tone hovering near the mention of high hair? In case you don't remember, I was a champion "poofer" and fondly recall those days. ;-) Besides, you were soooo ca-ute!!! Glad you enjoyed the freekend. You wait. It'll catch on.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Nice nod to the Prince of Belair.