Dieter, Poptitan

05.12.08

This was a great "holiday," weekend. Holiday is in quotes, because in Germany you get more of them, and I don't really know why...you know that saying about gift horses. Saturday we rode our bikes through bucolic small town Germany to a wedding barbecue for a friend of Marco's.

"Do you do that?" Marco asked.

"Do...no," I said as we passed below the clothesline of baby clothes that hung over the driveway.

"What about that?" he asked pointing to the storks and stroller in the front yard.

"No...we don't do that when we get married either,' I shook my head and peddled in his wake. We parked our bikes, drank beer, ate sausage (I've eaten more sausage in the past two weeks than I have in my entire life), drank shots, ate potato salad, and waved baby German flags. Marco had a baby on his lap half the time until he said, "Hmmm..suddenly that's warm." And that was that. We rode our bikes back in the dark, and the little lights flickered as we rang bells back and forth. Sometimes I feel like I have entered an episode of Leave It To Beaver. Gee Wally, golly, gee, that's great! And it is.

Sunday we barbecued all day. Sausage. Sausage. Sausage. More sausage. Tanta Erica's GEIL (I am told this means "really, really horny" but Germans use it constantly to describe something they like) mandarin cheesecake. Man is that cake GEIL. Marco wore an apron and a chef's hat. Opa Siggie brought me pink roses. Marco's mom served my cake and all the ladies had a fit when it fell over - something about a bad omen and a terrible mother-in-law. And I'm just wondering if someone can feed me that cake with a shovel.

Monday, a GEIL holiday, Marco and I dragged ourselves out at the crack of dawn to take a bus full of fifty old people to Hamburg for the boat parade. I like old people best. I had a great time. We took the old people through the red light district with all of the naked ladies. Then we herded them onto a boat, and when the cannons went off, I looked around to see who might have died. Marco says that has only happened once or twice. We both got a little burnt, but we walked up and down the strand and watched the planes fly overhead. Riding home, we played show tunes and watched the bugs die on the massive windshield. We dropped the old people off a few at a time, and replaced the bus with a scooter. I really liked going up and down hills and around curves in the middle of the night by the light of the moon with my cold hands tucked into the pockets of his velvet jacket. We didn't get home until very late, and I had to be up at 4:30 AM to take the train back to Düsseldorf. Every five minutes I would wake up on the train in a panic and ask the woman sitting next to me if we were there yet. Nein! Nein! Nein!

Which is better? The guy I want to win the American Idol?

Or the guy I want to win the German idol?

German, right? Yeah...I think so too. Note: (1) Germans are always shaking hands, (2) Dieter, Poptitan. I know you want some more.

Note: The only parts you can understand in the reviews. GEIL.

If either of these two guys lose to the two dorks that are up against them, there will be another Republican president, no doubt.