It was awesome!
All the great people, I've met in F, came by the bar to say their goodbyes to me. Gosh, there was even a live music on that occasion. Originally, me and my Bro, we planned to stay as long as the bar is openand take the train at 5:22 am, which did not happen, for many reasons. I guess we weren't quiet ready yet, so danced to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack for another two hours. And then it started.All the emotions, after over two years of living in that city, knowing all thede awesome people, it made me realize - I don't want to go! But I did...
Until the train arrived we were doing well, me at least. Then a fly flow straight into my eye, and I had to cry...so the others cried with me to keep me company. I wish to think these were the tears of joy, the ultimate cure for cancer, or is it just me overflowing with the Awesome???
Mine and my Brothers eyes kept on tearing till we passed our next big stop- Fulda. And because of the bloody pathfinders/scouts we didn't get on the train. so we stayed for another two hours there with my Bro, C. And then I noticed something, C didn't look good. And I don't mean it the wrong way, he is good looking, but...
The next train we took, well, it was so filled up, that all sitting, standing, and hanging places were taken...
No fresh air, no space, and a bad ass hangover... SO as our eyes before overflowing with the awesome, so C's stomach started to overflow, with everything, but Awesome. I just remember the eyec-contact I've made with this cute redhead chick, standing next to us, just before my Bro puked on her and her bagpack. It wasn't nice... Some other girls, because of the lack of air in the train felt pretty bad themselfs (wasn't nice at all). We got to Goettingen, somewhere at the one third of the distance. C couldn't stop overflowing,so I had to do something...We took the ICE...and C almost puked on a guy on a wheelchair and a smokin hot blond police officer... Glad she didn't bust us!!!
Then Berlin, after only 2 hours, got the next connection pretty fast, puked again (damn you good NBA! -said C repeatedly) ...
Good news - we got home 3 hours sooner then planned, everything arrived with us as planned, and C stopped puking...
I know, it would be so much better to tell you the story in person... but my awesome blog should simply suffie. I will try to keep you guys up to date with my knew legendary stories, so read my blog!!!
Bye FFM
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