Oh George...

I am currently sitting at my desk popping vita-gummies into my mouth like candy. Unfortunately, I am still drunk and very much aware of how cold it is in my room. I have my tie-dye Disneyworld t-shirt on, sweatpants, wool socks (that make your toes all moist if you wear them for more than 40 minutes), and my hair up in a Mulan bun writing about today because it was that phenomenal. There were three things that made my day—1) talked to Ante on skype because he finally got a webcam 2) vocab-raped my French quiz 3) went to my music professor’s house for dinner and wine. I know, my life is sweet… it shouldn’t take you long to be jealous.

So after my International Studies class this morning, I get a little ring on skype from my good friend from home—Ante Zlomislic. He is this tall, dark, and handsome Croatian that will probably make you weak in the knees if you ever met him. Insanely courteous (I don’t really like to surround myself with rude assholes so most of the guys I write about are quite polite), bio major, 6’1”, soccer soccer soccer, and has so much Croatian pride that I wouldn’t be surprised if one day he showed me the Croatian flag he had tattooed on his ass. I would consider him my best guy friend and confidant. No. I haven’t “tapped that” if you were wondering. We’re on a completely friendly basis so let’s get that clear. The description seems bias but this is what girls think of him when they first meet him so I’m going off of that. Anyway, I wasn’t able to meet up with him before I left to Luxembourg so you could imagine my excitement when I saw him calling me on skype! I basically introduced him to everyone at the chateau who was getting coffee in the morning and I talked to him for about an hour. We covered everything from his drunken hook ups to my adventures abroad… talking to him made me miss the beach, the weather, and burritos. It made me miss being completely relaxed in the comfort of my home. I can’t wait to come back home and grab a scolding hot apple cider with Zlomface and read on a comfortable couch at Beantown.

I surprise raped my French quiz. I love it when that happens. Next.

George. Love of my life. If he were only a couple decades younger and didn’t live in Luxembourg, I would pounce on him like a lioness pouncing on her prey. Oh yea I would. Unfortunately, under these circumstances, he is a tad bit older than my usual pool of men and my music professor so I would have to take him out of my “to pounce” category. On a peppier note—he invited some students to come to his suh-weet apartment outside of Luxembourg to wine and dine. It was a group of 9 students from our class. Conor, Kens, Andrew, Nick, Ider, Deyo, Zach, John, and I. We all caught the same train and ended up walking to this random apartment complex in what seemed to be Arctic weather. We finally found George’s apartment. All of us stood around the mailbox like a pack of hyenas buzzing the ringer and laughing uncontrollably when all of a sudden we hear "...well I'm glad you found my apartment...." from the speakers on the ceiling. Jesus? No. Backes. We all burst out laughing because his booming voice vibrates off the walls around us and we ask him "GEORGGGGGE!!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?! HOW DO WE GET IN???" and he replies in his German accent "well my dears, hold on. go to the first floor" so we book it up the stairs to his door, similar to children going to their first day of class, and hurry inside to slip off our shoes and coat. We leave our shoes, backpacks, and jackets in his study room and rapid-fire up the stairs to his dining room. George is wearing his black Lacoste polo with a pair of dark-wash jeans and black leather slippers with black socks. What a G. His apartment, being a bachelor, is exactly how I imagined it. A-frame ceiling. Spotless. Modern. And of course, his walls are speckled with abstract art. Oh George, you’re so cultured. In his living room, he has a beautiful piano that has two sleek speakers on both sides and this random ladder that leads up to a secret room (hollerrrrr that’s probably where he hides all the ladies). He has his black, long dining table set up for 10 people with wine glasses sitting next to each plate. Everyone takes a glass and he pours Feiderweisen into our cups. This drink is only made during a certain time of the year in Luxembourg and only lasts for approximately three weeks during the fall. To put it simply, it’s a fresh wine straight from a Luxembourg winery. It smells like pears, apples, and cider…has a milky, beige color to it, and tastes like pear juice. It’s delicious! J Only problem: the incredibly high alcohol content. So I sipped two glasses as I munched on BBQ Pringles (George says all his American students love them so he thought they would be great appetizers) and got to know the other 7 students and our remarkable professor. Then he proceeded to tell us that he had made dinner for us and will be serving more wine, duh. Fettuccini pasta with ham—so good! We all downed our plate, had seconds, and kept drinking our wine. Everyone looked like they were about to puke from over-eating but then George brought out two cherry pies. I just about rolled over and died. I had too much to drink, too much to eat and now my professor just brought out cherry pie so of course I had to eat that too. Oh my god, I might as well be pregnant…then I’ll at least have an excuse to eat as much as I do. Oh and it was so hard to act entirely sober during our conversation after my third glass of wine when I easily get completely tipsy off of one! I felt like the Pepto Bismol commercial when they sing the song about having an upset stomach—only if I could have some Pepto, I would die happy. Ugh. But I kept eating and drinking. Everyone else looked absolutely fine but I was wobbling here and there and chugging the bottles of water that George had put out on the table so that I would hurry and sober up. We discussed everything from Green Beer Day (where Ider will spend 10 days enjoying life of a Miami college student) to George’s experience at a Pink Floyd concert. Damn, my music teacher is such a badass. AND he invites us over to his bachelor pad to wine and dine us… I am just obsessed with today.

It’s 1:06 in the morning and I need to write my parents an e-mail telling them I’m still alive. Adios for now…

J.