I feel like a slacker for not writing anything here since Thursday, but I've just been so tired lately that I just haven't had the energy at night when I get to do this. I've been fighting really hard to not get sick (by the way, I'm winning) and even though I feel ok, I'm just drained.

Let's just start where we left off. On Friday, Esther didn't work at all. Olaf was still in Switzerland from his trip on Thursday, so Esther made a big breakfast and invited the neighbors over (Jette and her mom Britta) to have brunch with us. Britte also brought Julia, the little girl that was playing with Gustav and Pauline at the playground last week. Anyway, it was fun and delicious. Esther baked this amazing sweet bread that tasted so good with just butter on it, and she brought out some of her blueberry preserves for the croissants. I totally could've gotten fat just from breakfast on Friday. There was so much food, and it was so good. Later on Julia's mom (also named Britta) showed up and talked with us while we all drank coffee and watched the kids play. All three of those girls are 2, with only 3 months between the oldest and youngest. Julia's the youngest, but she's also the biggest. Her mom's like 6 feet tall though, so it's not hard to figure out why.

After everybody left and we put Pauline down for a nap, Esther and I decided that a nap was a great idea, so we went to sleep, too. At 3 we were supposed to wake up Pauline and I was going to take her with me when I walked Amelie. Instead, I woke up at 5:15 and Esther and Pauline were gone. Ooops. Esther left me sleeping (she was going to wake me up when she woke Pauline up) because she knew that I haven't been feeling great and that I really needed the rest. I felt bad, though, because I pretty much didn't do anything all day. But I took Amelie for a walk when I got up, and when we got back Esther was across the street talking with the neighbors and drinking Gluehwein while the kids played in the courtyard. So I cleaned Amelie off, put her in the house, and went over to sit with them. It was nice, and I really like the neighbors.

Yesterday Gustav woke me up at about 9 to tell me that breakfast was ready (which is pretty typical for a Saturday morning) so I went downstairs and ate with the family. I didn't have to do any work because it was Saturday, so I just played with the kids a little bit, reorganized some things in my room and helped clean up from breakfast.

In the afternoon I tried calling Barbra, one of the girls from my language course, to figure out what her plans were for her birthday. The phone number she gave me didn't work, so I had to look her up on Facebook and send her a message telling her to call me if she wanted to do something. She finally called me around 6 and said that she would love to go out, and a place called Triple A had been recommended to her. She gave me directions to get to the train stop near her house and I was going to meet her there, and this is when the fun started. Her stop was 9 stops over from where I got on the train. There was an accident somewhere on the track, and after 2 stops the train couldn't go any further and everyone had to get off to wait for the next train, which wasn't going to be coming for at least half an hour. Lucky for me, I had already been lost in this part of town and knew not only where I was, but where I needed to go (I knew there would be some benefit to my idiocy) so I took off on foot. I had to walk 3 stations over (about 4 blocks) to get on the next train that would take me where I needed to go. Needless to say, I was a little late, and a little tired.

Barbra took me back to her house to meet her host family and so she could get ready. She has the entire basement floor to herself, and it's awesome! Anyway, when we got to the part of town where the clubs were, it was about 9:30 and the club didn't open until 11. We found a little bar to sit and hang out in and we got something to eat until it was time to go to the club. When we got there they were just opening the door, so we didn't have to wait in a huge line or anything. When we got to the door, Barbra says "Oh wait, are you checking IDs? I don't have my ID." Are you kidding me?! You're a 20 year old African girl in Germany and you don't speak German, why the hell don't you have any ID?! So she had to go back to her house to get it, but she told me to wait there, go inside and check it out and she should be back in 45 minutes. The club was right next to the train stop and her train was leaving at 11:15, so she should've been back by nidnight.

I went inside and went downstairs to check it out. It was a pretty nice little place (and I do mean little) but there was no place to sit because the few tables they did have all had "Reserved" signs on them. People started pouring in, and it was really loud and really crowded. Oh, did I mention that I was like 5 years older than everyone in there? Yeah, I was the creepy guy in every night club who's way too old to be there and just stands in the corner by himself looking at people. That was me last night. So I ended up just going upstairs near the entrance and sitting on the sofa bench there, waiting for Barbra to come back. At 12:45 am I left and jumped back on the next train back home because after an hour and a half, I was still sitting there alone. I didn't get back to the house until after 2, and I was exhausted.

Barbra called me this afternoon to appologize. It turns out that she actually got off the train that I got on, meaning that she got back to the club at the exact same time that I left it. That figures. There was a group of about 5 guys that noticed she was looking for somebody, so they tried to help her find me. I guess they were running around calling my name and looking for me in the club. When they couldn't find me, they told Barbra that, since it was her birthday and she didn't have anything else to do, she should go with them. So she went to a club with them (I don't know if it was the same one or not) and she ended up having a pretty good time. So it kinda sucked for me, but I'm glad that she at least had something to do on her birthday.

When I got home, Amelie was of course excited to see me, and she almost beat me up the stairs and into my room. I actually cleared off the space on my sofa chair for her because I feel bad when she stuffs herself into that tiny little bed, so she crawled up on the chair and that's where she stayed the rest of the night.

I don't think anything really happened today, at least not anything of note. It was a pretty typical Sunday for us. Breakfast, playing with the kids, doing nothing, and cooking dinner. Sunday is always Esther's cooking/baking day. She loves to cook. Now tomorrow it's back to work and hopefully I'll have some more interesting things to write about.