Don’t stare at My Weinerschnitzel, funny guy!

Monday, July 7th, 2008 @ 5:55PM

Day One

So…I finally arrived.  I rode in from the airport on the CTA (its like trax) and it took me about a block and a half from the hostel.  I found the Hostel at about 3pm on Sunday. Got checked in and found in my room a half-naked german guy.  He muddled out “Hello” in his broken English and I commenced to get my things settled.  In this Hostel you get a bed with a mattress that I swear is made out of hay, a locker, a blanket, and a pillow.  There is shared bathrooms 3 bathroom stalls and 2 shower stalls, all of which have not been cleaned since the fall of communism.  There are ten guys to a room.  Ten stubborn guys in one room.  I say stubborn because there was an overhead light that no one would get out of bed and turn off.  I wanted to but I already had been up and down out of bed a couple times, so I did not want to disrupt my bunk mate. 
I met the folks from my class last night as well.  All 28 of us sat in a room and talked about what we should expect over the next two weeks.  People were asked to introduce themselves and so around the room they went.  I was NOT the guy who said I’m RIchy and Im an alcoholic, so for that I am proud.  Most of the people from my class are from around Illinois.  Several Pennsylvanians, Iowans, Illinoisans, a couple Californians and then there is one guy from Paris France and one from Sydney Australia.
After orientation we went and watched the Second City mainstage show.  “No Country for Old White Men” Second city is great at the comedic recall.  I enjoyed that.  After their set “Sketch Comedy” they did a complete third Act full of Improv.  Whenever audiences are asked for suggestions it seems like we get “Proctologist” or “Penis” about every other time we ask.  I met Ken Davidian who you might recognize from Borat or Get Smart. He played a set with the players. (Thats how we say it...played a set)
After the show we, “Greg and Ian” and I walked Wells street trying to find a place where we could go to eat.  With Ian being from Paris France he thought a good idea for a place to eat would be an “American” pizza joint.  We ended up at a teriyaki stir fry where the waiter, was not only gay, but I am pretty sure thought I was too.  Where is my beard, I mean, girlfriend, Booster when I need her.
The coolest part of the evening happened as we left. Greg (pictured on the left) is staying with his cousin.  She showed up and had intended on giving us rides back to our respective hostels.  But she couldn’t. Not because of time or some other reasonable excuse. Hula Hoops. Her back seat was full of hula hoops. Which she teaches…check out the video.

End of Day one. 
Still not any funnier.

RT