There comes a point in every man's life where he realizes that things have gone wrong... very wrong. That time came for me this weekend, allow me to explain. We went to Salzburg this weekend to meet up with Briana's mom, bro and sis while they were gonna be in town doing an orchestra concert. While we were there, we went to the salt mines with them and as a part of that tour we had to get on a train that took us into the mine. Normally this would be no problem, but it was the arrangement of the seats that cast doubt on my faith that this would be a good outing. It was just a eight inch wide plank in the middle running the legnth of each car, so we had to sit with someone directly in front of us in between our legs, and so on and so fourth. I... being quite the bright individual that I tend to be, thought it best to head directly to the last car and get the last seat so that I at least wouldnt have to be in between someones legs and thus avoid a little bit of akwardness, and also I liked the idea of having the chance to inflict onto micah the share of akwardness that I had managed to avoid. I was also thinking that most people would gravitate to the front of the train, leaving the back part somewhat more spacious. I was gravely mistaken in that thought. It just so happened that we would be in a full group. A very full group. Just when I though everyone had gotten on board I saw her. Heading to the last car for some reason unknown to me. She was a large woman, though I'm sure a very nice and lovely women, she remained a large women. I think you might see where this may be going at this juncture in the blog. As she approached the already packed back car, she said words that shot fear and trepedation through my very bones. "Here comes the booty!" she said. She was correct in her statement about the situation, the "booty" was certainly comming, and I was not looking foreward to its arrival. This was the moment when I knew that things had certainly gone very very wrong. She managed to squeeze herself in a few people in front of me and micah, thus taking my once great idea of getting a good seat on the train and grinding it to a pulp in between mine and micah's squished bodies and akward feeling minds. So, in the event that you are ever on a train such as we were, and hear the words "Here comes the booty." take the next train.
As for the rest of our adventure in salzburg, we had a blast. It was so nice just to get away on our own without everybody else wanting to do everything and dealing with making five different people happy with one trip. It was just me and micah doing whatever we wanted. And the best part is that at the end of it all, we didnt want to kill each other. We got some bad info as to where the concert would be from a certain someone who will remain un-named, bri, oops, it just slipped right out of there! But after some tense times, some angry austrian drivers, and some help from above, we somehow ended up at the concert with five minutes to spare and some sweat soaked undershirts. But it was a great concert (not that I have been to one before to even know if it was bad, but I like its alot). The next day we went to the salt mines as I mentioned before, ate, and then headed back on one of the most messed up and funnest drives of my life. We headed back a different way because we were out of gas coupons and didnt want to fill up at regular price, so we were gonna head to a military base to fill up. Well, to cut it short, we didnt find the military base, and ended up putting 15 euros into the car to only get it up to a quarter tank. Then we made it to heidleburg where there is a huge base, but still no gas station, so we had to buy more coupons and then find an esso gas station. It us wandering around the back roads of germany and asking 3 locals who didnt speak a lick of english for us to finally find an esso to fill up. It was muy stressful, but we both took it pretty well. It was definately a weekend for the books, and I had a great time.