This morning at work I was the cashier, which means I have to speak to the 600 plus guests that slide through for breakfast each morning. On many occasions, I find that the parents of more than one child find it hard to answer the question,"And how old are your children?" As Frau Thom came up to check on me, I had just witnessed a father and mother arguing over the age of their 12/13 year old. Luckily the child came forward to inform me that she was in fact 13 years of age, with relief I finished ringing them up before the laughter bubbled forth. Frau Thom was confused by my laughter (usually I am quite serious at the register because speaking to morons for 4.5 hours straight becomes tedious). I explained that I was thinking how I would most likely be a parent that forgets her children's ages, at which time she launched into a heated lecture on how I will never forget my babies ages. I giggled, because, come on, I totally will. Then she asked me if my mother would know the age of my sister and I, I responded, yeah, I think so, I'm 22 and my sister is 25....OH CRAP. I'm 23.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, I am 23 years of age. As per the usual birthday celebration, all my friends and I went out and got a bit sloppy. My birthday this year was on a Friday, which mean that birthday eve was a Thursday night. Thursday nights in Garmisch lead most people (Americans) to Jameson's Bar, a quaint little pub that hosts karaoke once a week. With all my friends surrounding me I was fortunate enough to earn a birthday rap from Ashleigh (my roommate) as well as multiple song dedications from all my Edelweiss family. The night went on into the wee hours of the morning, it was a grand success. The next morning I awoke feeling how I can only imagine it feels to be old, he he he.
On the day of my birthday I laid out in the sun with friends before getting started on cooking up a most delicious Birthday Brunch.
Brunch Menu:
Fruit Platter with Strawberry Cream Cheese Whipped Dip
Peppers Platter
French Toast Sticks with syrup
Biscuits with Maple Sausage Gravy
Egg Casserole
Crab Cakes with an Avocado Cream Sauce
Club Sandwiches layered with ham, turkey, provolone, avocado, basil sun dried tomato cream cheese and bacon...
I have to say, the cooking crew outdid themselves.
We feasted and I opened presents from my friends. The presents list goes as follows:
Colored photo of a Gangsta Cinderella from Brad
Dino mug from Jen
Dirndl card and duck mask from Daniella
AMAZING WATCH from Kyrie (when she handed the bag to me she said, "I know you told me you can't have nice things, but you better not lose this!")
My favorite brand of instant cappuccino mix from Ashleigh
A card with my name spelled wrong (hilarious joke, no one at work spells my name correctly) with a Staff Caff ticket from Paige
Baby Chick stuffed animal that speaks from Richard
(this list should clue you in on the fact that much like my family, my friends here know that I love weird scheisse).
I had made dinner reservations for a new restaurant in town and at around 8pm a herd of us set off to enjoy a traditional German dinner. The meal was delicious; however, I was already so full from the monster brunch, I ate off the 'Old Woman Menu" as our waiter called it. How fitting.
The group broke apart after dinner, leaving Kyrie, Rachel, Carly, Ashleigh, Presto and I to hit Music Cafe for some boozing and dancing. I am less than embarrassed to admit, things get a bit hazy throughout the evening (what! I'm 23). Presto showed his ladies a good time while taking advantage of the buy one shot get one free deal the bar was running. We danced the night away. I once again awoke the next morning feeling slight older than the day before.
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