The floor party (slash, farewell party for our Michael, from Toronto) on Friday consisted of the usual: a living room dance floor, a few fridges of free beer, several grammar discussions-- and handshakes and Geburtstagwünsch e (birthday wishes) for me at midnight! A pretty good way to celebrate the end of age 19, I think! It was a fun night, everyone stayed quite late, and when I got back to my room I was so tired I completely forgot to take out my contacts. Brilliant.
Saturday afternoon I worked on an essay, but I was interrupted by a couple of my floormates, Lisa and Cordula, who had made me a cake! (Chocolate with cream cheese filling. Nom nom.) Another farewell festivity, this time a barbeque, took place at a different student res nearby that evening, and afterward Warren (fellow Winnipegger) and I ventured into the Innenstadt (central part of the city) where there was a street party--basically just booths set up playing music and selling beer and Flammkuchen. Flammkuchen (aka tarte flambée, en français) is something wonderful and edible, a kind of French pizza with onions and bacon from Alsace (a region in France about an hour away from Freiburg).
Warren and I opted for Sekt, which is champagne--except in German you only call it champagne (or, "Champagner") if it's actually from the northeast French region of Champagne. Otherwise, it's just Sekt. Very particular.
As we left the Innenstadt, we noticed that there seemed to be some sort of event going on at the Stadttheater (city theatre)-- coloured searchlights, bass thumping, a line up... So we invited ourselves inside and apparently we had stumbled upon a techno party. I remembered to take my contacts out when I got home that night.
All in all, definitely a good birthday.
Ah, my German relatives sent me this link to wish me a happy birthday. Thought I'd share. Apparently I'm 3 degrees from the guy with the zipper-solo. Bet you're jealous of that claim to fame.
"Heute ist Geburtstag" ('Today there's a birthday')
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