Today marks you being in Germany for about a week. Where in Germany, I honestly have no idea. And I really really miss you. Like a lot. Not that I don't miss you anyways but hopefully you know what I mean.
Last night I went out to a country bar with a few friends (which I would've told you but not really talking because no cell phones...I hate being on the other side of this, don't know how you did it last year) and I actually had a lot of fun. I wasn't feeling great for some reason so I didn't have all that much to drink, but I still had a blast until near the end.
So to fill you in on what happened "near the end", a couple of the girls I went with decided they wanted McDicks, which is cool, so three of us took a cab to the McDonalds closest to their place. Just as we arrived, these two guys (who had been at the same bar) and they started chatting us up. Blah blah blah, I was cold and ready to go home, the others were drunk and 'making friends', so the one girls sister came to pick us up. Instead of taking us home, the guys took us to see their truck (which is apparently very exciting. I disagree. I wanted to go home.) So I'm sitting in my friends car, all the rest of them are sitting in this truck, aaaaaaaand they drive away.
...yeah. That actually happened. They just left me in their car, all by myself, at 3am, and my phone was dying. Needless to say I am still extremely unimpressed with this.
The reason that I'm telling this story though is because in those moments at the bar, at McDonalds, and sitting in the car by myself, I couldn't stop checking my phone, trying to figure out what time it was where you are, and hoping that you might send me a message.
Also something that you might find funny (I say 'might' because it involved some guy hitting on me), as this guy was hitting on me I told him that I was taken. He asked where my ring was and when I told him I'd left it at home, he thought I meant I left my wedding ring at home and that I was already married. I of course had to play along! He proceeded to ask me how long I'd been married (I said a year and a half :P ) and he was just so in awe that I was married so young. It made me smile knowing that within the lie of actually being married there were a lot of truths, like being together a year and a half, and leaving my ring at home because I didn't want to lose it.
This was a really long post, one that again you will most likely never read because I'm waaaay to afraid to show this blog to you in case it makes you upset, and thats the last thing I want.
