Strasbourger Royale

Screw you, Euros. You think you are such hot shit with your tight-fitting jeans and tiny boobs. Nice haircut, Guilleaume. You look like you got stuck in the Kirsten Wind Tunnel. Keep talking shit about McDonald's, wise guy. If European food is so great then why are there 5 McDonald's on my 15-minute tram ride to work and a huge line at each one of them? Shut up. Stop hating me for my freedom.

Resolution: the end-all in a European's life is to feel superior - all things are done to achieve this sense of arrogance. Every condescending "oh, you're from America" smirk makes me want to call in the planes and turn this continent into smoldering rubble.

(OK, I feel better. Just kidding about the bombing...really. Relax.)

Why the rant? Just got back from a weekend in Strasbourg with the Beef and a few of his friends from the army base. You don't know how good it was to hang out with some good old americans for once. Yeah, I went to McFreedom three days in a row...and you better believe I got the Royale with Cheese. Fucking go America.

Strasbourg? Let me give you the lowdown. Strasbourg was fun - but a little strange. The nightlife is consolidated in this giant, multi-functional, entertainment nightclub juggernaut located on the outskirts of the city. It is called "le Chalet" which is French for "place to hemhorrage cash." Alternate translation - "place taxis avoid like the plague." What does this mean? That we had to walk across the parking lot to order a taxi, because the **** at the security office of the first one would not do it for us. So thanks to the bouncer at the other club for helping us out. Even though we had to wait in the sub-zero (not plain zero) temparatures for 45 minutes.

PS: watching Running Man with German dubbing just doesn't pack the same punch.

And I like French girls - at least when they ruthlessly shoot you down - it is with a nice accent.