
One of my co-workers, M., had two of her German friends in town last week and I managed to hijack them shortly after finding out about them. Last Monday she mentioned how they where in town, so I met them as she was leaving the office. On Tuesday morning I asked her if we could hang out and her response? ´That would be great! I don´t want to hang out with them!´ Um...what? Turns out she had a cold, was really tired and just didn´t feel much like going out. Plus, she didn´t actually know these guy very well. They happened to be friend of friends of hers. So, I gave her my number to pass onto the boys and we arranged to meet on Wednesday after work.
We meet and I received the standard question of how and why I speak German. For me, I feel as this is the one story I have told more times than any other story about myself. I went through an entire year´s worth of this question while I was in Germany, in addition to starting my job and working with the German team who were also suprised I knew German. So, I explained the story in short and we hit up a bar. It was really funny to talk to them because this was their first time in NY and in the US, so their observations were funny. We met up with some of my other co-workers, so we were speaking in English with them, but every once in a while A. would stumble on a word and I was able to translate it. (It is almost always the other way around! I felt über-proud of myself!) We then hit up another bar down the street, and this being a Wednesday night, we left by 2am. Girl has got to work in the morning, right?
We made plans to meet the following night around 9 or so in Midtown, and we hung out at an Irish pub, again with many of my co-workers. So, by the end of the night, a few of the Mädels here were convinced that German guys are fantastic. But, it was a fun two nights for me because I was able to speak German whenever we weren´t talking to my co-workers...or I was able to translate when we ran into hang-ups.
The whole thing made me completely homesick for Germany, though. Every once in a while I will just feel like I am missing something. Sometimes a bit of schnitzel and german music will cure it. Other times, I just have to wonder when I´ll go back next.