This is the only picture I have from the party last weekend. You know, the one with the air guitar and the flying glasses. Please notice that my glasses are still on my face.
Little do I know they soon won't be.
Ralf got a nice email from the blond guy who corrected me about the Sousaphone, saying that it was really nice talking to me.
This is why I love German men and probably would have married a German even if Ralf had been better at resisting my charms. I mean, can you imagine an American man writing an email to another American man saying how great it was to talk to his wife?
Nope, me neither.