First birthday in Germany

In India we make the birthday girl or guy pay for everything on their birthday. In America, it’s the other way around, so when I went there for the first birthday parties, I was like “What, no treats, this country sucks.” Lol! But I am so used to that now, that on a friend’s birthday in Germany, when people were making her pay for everything I was like “What, you want her to pay, you guys suck.” How places change you. It’s worth experiencing!

By now I thought I am used to culture shocks I receive, but apparently not. Cultures still amaze me and catch me by surprise. I am still uncertain so many times about whether what I said offended someone or not. Not using the curse words is hard, but I am working on it. Not that people will mind, but one never knows.

Europeans, if I may generalize (thanks to my polish gang, and then all kinds of exchange students I hang out with) are very together staying people. They like to take care of each other, care about the family, and like to make birthdays about drinking. The bottom like is definitely having loads of beer in Germany, loads of vodka in Poland and loads of wine in France. So this birthday party I attended today is right now almost on the verge of ending in my apartment right now. I can still manage to write with all the people shouting their lungs out, how amazing is that J. So anyways, the party started with everyone bringing beer pretty much, the Polish bringing the cake and balloons and the Americans (like me) coming empty handed. Embarrassing! But we don’t give presents if we know the person since 20 days, we are like that (I hope other Americans agree, even though I am far from being one yet). People kissing people, you know the greetings types, people drinking beer and getting drunk after 10 beers, people forgetting the birthday girl pretty much and drinking some more. That’s all it was. It was fun. A German told me that’s how we celebrate everything, by drinking beer. So that was my first birthday party. I don’t even know why I am writing about it, but its nice to experience new things and then put them down on paper. Memories. They make me happy J.

oh well, i didnt explain much about the birthday, did i. Please excuse this one, its a tipsy post. I had to write it for some reason. Helps me calm down when I am pissed. That's another story. Some time later may be!