the quickest of quick blogs

today we went with our new found hostel friends to the Plzen Brewery tour. It was a bitchy Canadian girl - super annoying, a Norwegian guy, and Hannah and Simon from England - thez are brother and sister, but we thought thez were dating. woops. We got to taste beer made from the old brewing techniques of wooden barrels. it was tastez.

Then we went to a crayz bar called, the pub, dun dun dunnnnnnn. And it had tables that each had a keg with 3 taps and we races with the other tables on a screen on the wall as to who could drink the most. It was funnz because as the computer tallied the beers we drank, the check marks became more and more scribblz. Whz is there a pretzel next to me question mark. that is odd.

Then cho and I went to what we thought would be an outdoor jazz club. it was actuallz full of 14 year olds drinking to ska punk music. I felt old. Thez were sooooo 1994. ha.

the end.

Brief highlights from the past few days

- It was so windy in Dresden that I saw a tiny little bird trying to glide into the wind who actually just stayed perfectly still in midair for about 2 minutes.

- We took a boat from Dresden to Bad Schandau on our way to Prague. It was a gorgeous view, but ended up taking 7 hours instead of 3. Nichole and I were the only people on board under 70. That being said, I was the hit of the boat since I used the 7 hours to get a good chunk of cross stitching done. Many, many old people, speaking only German, attempted to tell me how great they thought my project was. It was very cute. SnB girls, I may just finish this beast before I see you next!

- Well, Bad Schandau was definitely bad. After crossing the river to the run down, deserted side and after waiting for an hour for the next train to Prague, that damn Czech train was late and wouldn't stop for us! CRAP! So we had to wait an extra 2 hours in the middle of nowhere in what looked like a condemned train station. So of course we sang songs such as "keep on the sunny side of life" and "accentuate the positive."

- In Prague we stumbled upon a lesbian bar while out drinking with our new Scottish girlfriends. Cho was the only one who did not catch on. She figured it out pretty quickly though once the 50 year old woman she was dancing with started dry humping her thigh. ha ha.

OK, cho is getting very antsy. We must go find food.
I will see you all in 2 weeks!!!

CHO is writing holy crap

Hello all- this is cho. it is officially my first blog ever! What the hell is mo doing go me. i even have a myspace page now, not that i'll ever check it every day like mo, but holy shit, she turning me into a new age computer freak - save me!!!! so anyways on with the blog... it is storming very loud right now, thank god it waited for us to get inside our hostel. we are currently in Dresden, Germany. Mo and I have spent the entire day being hung over, we celebrated 4th of july by eating crappy mexican food with pitchers of bananna margaritas. These margaritas tasted like runts, you know the banana version. Mo and I discussed the phenomena that the banana runt was our least favorite runt... it was the one we always gave away to other people, but amazingly it tastes wonderful in liquid alcohol form.

Apparently this is a salad: doesnt it look a lil brown to you?


After the mexican bar, we proceeded to go to the indian bar where i drank two beers and mo had one. they will be having a interpretive art show there tonight that we may or may not go to. this was a cute and relaxing bar with grass celings and nice bartenders, after this bar we ventured off to Labowski's which is just as it sounds, a bar themed after the movie The Big Labowski. Here they play the movie on repeat all night, its kinda nice because you can judge how long youve been at the bar by how many times you watch the movie. we were there for about a moive and a half. mo drank tequilla sunrises and i stuck with the usual whiskey diet cokes (or should i say coke lights). We got very shit faced and apparently i spoke spanish to three itailian dudes for a half hour (who spoke fine english, i guess i just felt like speaking spanish). I guess they also drew us a map to some city they wanted us to go to becasue they are in a funky dance band and they have a concert tonight.. here is there web site if you want to check them out... 4axidbutchers.com who knows... we finished off the night by walking home and scarfing down crossants we bought from the only open bakery in town.

So needless to say we have spent the day pooping gasoline, eating bread, and napping. we finally got our lazy asses up around 3 and went to this adorable eating place called the hot spoon. here we had delicious soup and even more delicious rice pudding with cherries and cinnamon. mo and i want to open a place like it in minnesota. every thing is made out of spoons, even the tables. here are some pics.





Ok well sorry to cut things short but i have only a few minutes left before this computer kicks me. so did i do good in this blog thing. let me know, if you hate it i promise i will never try again

Debbie Downers and Negative Nancys

Hez all.

I should start off bz sazing that the y's and z's are switched on German kezboards and I cannot be bothered with fixing them everztime I tzpe it wrong. I apologiye for zour inconvenience.

So Cho and I went to Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp todaz. Wow that sucked. It is funnz because when I was PMSing a few weeks ago, we watched Lilja 4-Ever (about sex trafficking), went to an emergencz rape clinic, and a half-waz house for prostitutes. I wanted to barf on everz man I saw after that. I definitelz cried mzself to sleep a few times. Now Cho is PMSing and what do we do? Spend the daz checking out gas chambers and learning about sick torture methods and perverted human experiments. Needless to saz we are a little somber right now. The weird part for me was that I felt so emptz while walking around the camp. I totallz expected to feel some deep sorrow or something while I walked in rooms that have once housed who knows how manz thousands of dead victims. But I felt nothing. I mean, I did tear up when I read an account of how a dad tried to hide from his 9 zear old son the fact that he was chosen to die that daz. But for the most part I was eerilz vacant. Whz? I am not sure zet. Mazbe because this is not how these people wish to remember their lives? Mazbe because the methods of genocide were so calloused, so inhumane? I do not think I will sleep well tonight.

OK, how the hell do I switch subjects without feeling like a total asshole? There were basicallz two things I wanted to blog about - the concentration camp and the kick ass yombie movie I saw before leaving Copenhagen. Mazbe I should have started with the yombie movie...

Anzhoo, to be completelz tackz, the first guz I saw after arriving in Berlin was this dude with a balding mohawk. Let me tell zou, probablz the worst choice of hairstzles for a man with thinning to no hair on the top of his head. zikes.

And finallz, the best yombie movie I have EVER seen...that is right, it tops Shaun of the Dead AND 28 dazs later...Braindead!!! Oh holz crap I have never been so gitterz and grossed out and happz all at once! Please, please go out and see this movie if zou have not alreadz. Although I hear it maz be titled dead or alive in the US (via Brian, Cho's bf). But it is bz the dude that also did Meet the Feebles and the Lord of the Rings trilogz. Verz cool.

OK, I am about to get kicked off this computer! So long, farewell, al viter saz goodbze! (oh god I am sorrz for the misspellings)

love zou all!

mo