ladies and gentlemen

Today was relaxing. I woke up at noon, took a shower (surprise!), did some design work for my fat brother, ate some toast and extraordinarily amazing raspberry jam, watched an episode of Project Runway, etc. The fun came in the evening...

"The Germans" (not sure why we call them that, they're not all German) invited the girls of Flat #7 over to their Flat #2 for a dinner. "Dress to impress," they kept saying. We had all been joking around a lot lately so we figured this was another "jk." Around 8pm, we threw on some presentable outfits and headed downstairs to #2. When the boys answered the door, we were pleasantly surprised. They were certainly dressed to impress. Decked out in button-up, collared shirts, nice slacks, and even a navy blazer that looked more like a captain's jacket on a cruise ship (we proceeded to call him Captain Robin from Belgium all night), they served us ladies a three course meal, to which we never lifted a finger. They filled our plates at each course, poured our wine, and shouted at us when we offered to do the dishes. We immersed all our cultures into an evening of comparing countries and every other phrase was followed by, "Is that how you say it?" They were true gentlemen, hard to find in America (except I found one!).

We ended the evening with a friendly game of "Who Am I?" and a trip to Frankenstein's, a dance club built inside an old church, which I think played the exact same list of 80's songs from last night. I still can't get Bon Jovi's "Livin On A Prayer" out of my head.