Blah blah drinks. Blah blah make new friends. Met some Germans who were studying abroad. Learned that in Germany, when you toast you must look in their eyes otherwise it's 7 years bad luck in bed.
Saturday went to the outlet malls. Went back downtown with some adorable strangers I had met the night before (my friends were le tired...and there was a cute boy. I know, I already judged myself). They were adorable. There's something about well-functioning bromances that just makes my heart melt and gets me all giggly. They replaced my name with synonyms for fall, so it was "let's go, carving pumpkins" and "finish that drink, falling leaves!" It was straight
alcohol giggles. We went bowling at 2 am, and consequentially found where the ghetto comes to play. Who knew gangsters loved bowling so much? Like serious gangster. Like, gold grill e'rywhere type gangsters. Have you ever found a group of friends that you just instantly click with...and then moved the next day? Yeah. That was me.
To be fair, I thought they were all gay when I met them.
Bright colored shirts didn't help their case.
And yeah...moving. I packed every single box myself, moved it down three flights of stairs and up a weird path. All by myself. Every. Single. Box.