#gemuetlichkeit

Intermediate: German

The crowd was awful when I saw her, too. :( Turned into the worst kind of mosh pit with folks getting trampled because no one would help them up because they wanted to get closer. Awful. Hope you had fun regardless, though!

A$AP Ferg actually encouraged moshing during the opener and I was too close to that, ugh. A fight had already happened during the start of his show (never found out why), and then later on he asks for two moshpits to happen at the same time. This one guy in front of me was freaking out, jumping around wildly and forcing me and everyone else close to him to shield our faces, but wouldn't go into the pit until I pushed him in because I was like fucking commit or stop. 

Totally not being an asshole or picky; a message like that takes no effort and shows that they're probably messaging randomly.

You can't just say that and not link. Ship?

Leaving the house in pajamas? No way, José. Never ever! Then again, I’m sure that’s what the Parisian columnist said when she moved to this great, big, ruby red apple. But so far, I’ve stayed clear of that. What I have done – and even this I swore I’d never do and it’s painful to admit I have – is leave my house in jogging pants. And not just any kind. I mean those typical, gray, comfy, cozy sweatpants, with a college’s name printed in big letters down one leg. Yes, a usually well-dressed European girl left her house wearing a pair of those. But don’t get too excited – I didn’t make it passed my corner, and I don’t intend on doing so anytime soon.

What I like about this article is how much I – and I think my fellow abroad-living Europeans, too – can relate to what she has to say. Going home and awkwardly lingering between a hug and two Bussis (the German equivalent of the French bises) when I greet my friends, is a small reminder that I’ve been gone for too long. My recurring surprise at how cheap everything is has started to annoy my friends, who feel I’ve turned into a snobby Manhattanite. But when a cocktail costs as much as a bottle of water from a Central Park hot dog stand, the university tuition fee is less than a cocktail at 230 Fifth, and a night on the town costs as much as a working lunch in my cubicle, it’s easy to fall into a “One of everything, please, because it’s so ridiculously cheap” mode.