Lucky Charms

One summer not to long ago, Hilary and I took the train into Munich to drink liter beers and eat giant pretzels at the Hoffbrauhaus. There, we met this very nice, harmless man from Australia who happened to like my beer-drinking hat. I let him wear it and in return he bought us a round and told us about the trip he is currently on traveling around Europe with a bunch of other young, professional Australians. Nice guy. He looked a lot like a Leprachaun though.

He introduced us to his 'mate' who immediately took a liking to Hilry or at least to her bosom because after a brief introduction, he went right for it and spent the rest of the night talking with his head nuzzled there. That's totally normal, right? Hilary was at first a little grossed out, but like most emotions after two liters of beer and salty pretzels she sort of forgot about it and accepted that's pretty much where he would stay. We talked a little more about their trip around Europe, their jobs back home blah blah blah. At around 11.30 the Hoffbrauhaus started closing up and other people from their trip came to the table to arrange travel back to their 'hotel' Sometime during all of this excitement Bosom starts trying to kiss Hilary.

We knew that the train was leaving Munich for Bumblefuck at around midnight or so. It would be so much nicer if we could stay in Munich and not have to worry about a cab to the station,the long train home, the cab to my apartment. Man, I just wanted to soak in my beer in peace, preferably in a hotel three blocks from the Hofbrauhaus. These guys weren't bad company and I bet it would not take much to convince them to share a room so Hilary and I could sleep in the other. So I asked what hotel they had. Where was it and was it nice? My friend the Leprechaun pulled out his itinerary for Munich. After my eyes come into to focus I saw something very strange for grown men traveling. It was something along the lines of: Easy Palace Hostel, Take U-Bahn 2 to U4 and then CityBus 07, walk twenty minutes turn left after the dark alley....


Youth hostel? Bus? I don't think so. It was getting late so I pulled Hilry away from that guy and said bluntly "Are you going to hook up with this guy or not? You need to decide right now because our train leaves in 20 minutes. I don't mind if you do want to, but you need to decide in the next thirty seconds"
Hilary looks at me kind of timidly like how you look when you open a bad birthday gift and don't know what to say. Then, she turns around to take a look at Bosoms, then again at me and then again at him and looks back at me. I see her weighing her options, examining this guy. She doesn't feel like taking the train home either. So I say, "They are staying in a youth hostel and you have to take a bus to get there."

Hilary snaps to full attention, wipes the confused look off her face and says "Let's get the hell out of here. I am not hooking up with some random guy on the top bunk of a youth hostel with Lucky Charms sleeping below us!" To which I say, " Oh No. That ain't Lucky Charms on the bottom bunk. That's me. Lucky Charms is the one sleeping on the floor."

And so we left, took a cab to the train-station and missed the train anyway. No worries, we found our own hotel for €60 that night including Frühstück, which we ate the hell out of before we went home the next day.

Happy Birthday, Furb!!!

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Hi guys,

Welcome to YeahKate. I am assuming if you are reading this then you are a close and personal friend, or at least one degree from a close, personal friend. If you are not, then either I suddenly became relevant to the rest of the world, or you landed at the wrong address.

Why did I name this little guy YeahKate? Because that's what my brother says when I am doing something the way I do things. Like the time I was using the ab roller, but not actually building any abs: 3000 crunches per minute, all neck, not even sweating. Because if you aren't going to do the crap out of it, why do it? Word.

So thanks, J. I have been wanting a blog for a really long time. I waste so much of my time reading other people's stories about their cats, it's time I told a story or tow. I tell you though, the name thing is really tricky. Besides Katie I really don't think there's a word that says who I am. Some of the funny ones have been taken like, 'How was your day, Dan?' which I think is hilarious. I wouldn't have thought of that anyway. Today, before I signed on I took a honey scented bubble bath and thought of naming it 'Smells like Honey' since I happen to think that I smell like honey, taste like honey and am basically as sweet as honey. Unfortunately, anything with honey is porn and that's not how I want to go down.

Jetzt geht's los- that's german for Rock on.