July 4, 2011 will henceforth be known as the greatest birthday America's ever had. Why? Because me and my friends (so proud I can put an "s" at the end of that) celebrated it by being everything Europe considers American: classless, last-minute, and an embarrassment. Not only did we try to "plan" a "party" the day before we wanted to throw it, but we did it in a country that doesn't understand the need to have stores, of any kind, open 24/7. Or really, open on Sundays (presumably, Germans have enough sense/aren't spontaneous enough to not be able to make it through a Sunday without needing to go buy something). The following is a list of our top ten failures (or just a list of what happened, depending on how you look at it):
- Trying to find where we were going - this included a lot of gesturing and map looking
- Trying to find a grill at the "grill park"
- Deciding whether to approach the people using the only public grill to see if we could join
- Deciding we weren't bold enough
- Trying to light a lighter
- Trying to cook a hot dog on a fork with a lighter
- Trying to break half of a watermelon in half…because we didn't bring a knife
- Trying to open a beer bottle with a lighter, another bottle, and finally, a set of keys
- Trying to light our s'mores' marshmallows on fire, they wouldn't catch…probably because they were made out of plastic
- Using glows sticks as a substitute for sparklers
Notice the most often used word in this list is "try." You could have easily replaced it with "fail."
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