Speedy Gonzalez

Wow.
Last night was way too good to pass up posting about. What started as simply finding a place to watch the Germany game ended up as an equally confusing as it was entertaining evening.
We started out by biking down the street to a pub with a great beer selection. After passing up that place because it was way too smoky and another place across the street, we walked down the block to an outdoor-seating bar. There was one open table left in the back, but the woman at the table in front relentlessly insisted that there was plenty of room at her table. Kevin jumped in and acquiesced because 1) it was easier to accept in German than to politely decline, and 2) I ended up sitting by her, not him.
This lady's accent was so thick that I had between 0 and 1% idea what she was talking about most of the time. She was kind of an older lady; her drink of choice was the Speedy Gonzalez (non-alcoholic) and the only thing I understood from her was that at one point she started talking about her bowel movements and how she really needed to use the bathroom (though she never actuallz got up and used the bathroom...)
So a meager 1-0 win by Germany, and we biked through all the honking horns and German flag waving in the streets to another bar/restaurant area near the university quarter.
We sat down for some potatoes and garlic dipping sauce and some hefeweizens. Some football songs were blaring throughout the bar, and we thought we found the perfect post-game celebration bar.
Then, slowly, as the last fry was eaten and we ordered our second round of beers, we noticed that the music had slowly turned to Eurotrash pop, and the crowd had grown more and more male. And we realized that we were sitting at a corner table in literally the gayest bar in Freiburg. For every cute girl that we had once hoped looked our way, there soon stood two middle-aged and just a bit too overweight dudes that were in fact looking our way.
So, we picked up the pace on our beers; but not too fast, since everyone was up on the tables and enjoying the Deutschland win in grand style. The atmosphere was truly great, and we couldn't stop laughing when the *entire bar* was singing along to some American country song about coming home to West Virginia (no, seriously, even Kevin was singing along. It was truly a Twilight Zone moment...)
So once the last cute girl left the place (seriously, we did hold out), we took off and biked for the hostel. (and this includes an Evel Knevil maneuvre by Kevin, that left me dodging between cars, a stampede of bikers, and a group of cops to try and keep up.)
Fitting last night in Deutschland for a week. Ah, schön.
Nach Schweiz!