This is the greatest and best night in the world. Tribute. A couple days ago me and my boyfriend Philipp here, we was drinking down a packed and Irish pub. Then all of a sudden there shined a shiny song in the middle of the bar.
Lame, i know but i found it funny
So last Friday after work I meet up with Philipp Rainer and a friend of theirs from Gymnasium. They had been hanging out at the Christmas market drinking Gluhwein for the past few hours so by the time I arrived they were fairly drunk (some more than others). After a couple pit stops we eventually made it to Killians, the local Irish bar. The beer starts flowing and the three of us begin to dance. Most people in the bar were, as usual, standing around looking very aloof (aloof being a synonym for German), so of course since we were having fun we stood out and people were staring. Being the crazy American girl in Germany I am use to this and did not even give it a second though-um I mean until now I guess. Once I reach my second beer I start to loosen up and join my companions’ state of inebriation and the dancing heads more towards the style of a clothed hooker as if often does with alcohol. By the time the band leaves the stage to take their second brake I am dancing and singing in front of the litter corner stage. To my left there was a table that was one third angry Goth kids, one third aging rockers and one third that appeared to bridge the gap between the odd mix. To my right there was a gaggle of young German males who were clearly had two agendas. Number one: to pick up girls and number two: to put their metro selves on display to the world. Considering the two options I would much rather hang out with the Goth/aged rockers than the ostentatious German boys despite the fact that the Goth girls looked like they wanted to hurt me. Side note, after catching one of the pompous German boys staring down my shirt I knew this was the right decision. Apparently my dancing and yelling was contagious because once I started rocking out to ACDC (in true Chi Phi form) two gentlemen with long hair and black t-shirts, that had clearly not be changed within the past two weeks, promptly put their arms around me and joined in the boisterous fun. As soon we had made it abundantly clear that were we “going to explode”, the melodic opening of Tribute began to play through out the bar. I may have been the only one who initially noticed because my screams of pure ecstasy following the second note made it nearly impossible for any one other than a true D connoisseur to decipher the tune. Much to my delight one of these unkempt gentlemen eventually picked up the words I was screaming and wordlessly communicated to me that he was also a fan. For the next four minutes and eight seconds we sang and acted out every last verse. This tribute to the greatest song in the world has lead me to my new philosophy in life; the D can transcend all cultures to unite the globe. Long live the D. I poisoned your wine.
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