Can you repeat that, please?

Last night, Jess and I decided to head out for a beer at the Lion’s Fountain, an American pub, for a little gossip sesh. We didn’t find it necessary to shower or give a rat’s a$$ about looking presentable because talking to boys was not on our to-do list. Boy, were we mistaken.

Spandex and oversized sweatshirts seemed to be the theme for the night. Hot, right? The weather went bipolar on us over night & decided it was done being in the 90’s/ humid & is now pretty chilly. I’m not complaining, though. Bring on the fall!

We both ordered Italian beers on tap, and sat ourselves down in an enormous booth. 

As we sipped & chatted, I noticed we were getting eyed by bigger groups of people, probably wanting our seats. I mean, the booth could comfortably fit 8 people… and there was just two of us. But hey, you snooze you lose.

DIBS!

Then I noticed a particular little group (of pure boy) that was eyeing us for what I suppose was a different reason. After their eyes practically burned holes through our heads, I told them to take a seat and stay a while.

They eagerly took me up on that offer, and made themselves extremely comfortable.... as you can see.

Easy there fellas

We quickly discovered these boys were German, and spoke very little English. Well, this was going to be fun.

If only this night could have been recorded. The remainder of the night was spent constantly asking each other to “please repeat,” attempting to teach each other our native languages, and a whole lot of “Como se dice” (how do you say…). It was fun & a good challenge to interact with people who barely spoke English. It was also entertaining watching them get increasingly drunker.

Ciao, bello

Of course, all good nights must come to an end. Eventually, we parted ways. I think they left convinced we would see them again. Sweet dreams, suckers boys!