The Germans Were Never Great With Dates

Ah, the sights, the sounds, the smells of a Lawrence University Oktoberfest. It's a state fair in my very own backyard.

In fact, that's exactly what it's like. The ambient music--which I can hear from my room--is a nonstop showcase of bad covers of bland, unoffensive, classic rock. Or maybe they just have a stereo system turned up incredibly loud. I wouldn't put it past these people -on the way back to my room I saw a man in a cowboy hat stirring a huge batch of kettle korn.

In any case, there's not much up at the moment. Last night I watched When Harry Met Sally up in Ann's infuriatingly kitsch room, with Ann, Jamie, Molly of Stillwater, some other random girls, and, briefly, Jonas.

For its genre, a genre I dislike, When Harry Met Sally is a very good movie. Probably the best 'romantic comedy' I've ever seen; it may even be better than Loser. It's certainly better than Sweet November, the worst movie I've ever seen.

Plus, it expounded a suspiciously familiar theory on intergender friendships, and it's always nice to know how original your friends are.

The best part was the disjointedness of the movie. All the missed connections, the easily crushed sentimentalism (Lady: "He's never going to leave his wife, is he?" Sally: "No, he's not. Everyone knows that.")- the whole thing reminds me of Murakami or Pynchon or [third pretentious-sounding author] or Markson. It's a pillow book, a zuihitsu of random truths that could be watched from any point and still understood.

Well, that's a bit over-the-top. I'll probably never see that movie again.

Afterwards Jonas and I visited Jinx and Rock Show Girl, and when Jonas left to find a ride to work in the morning, the conversation turned to Germany. I told my biking-down-the-hill story and Rock Show Girl told her own I-wasn't-ever-really-drunk-stories and Jinx just sat there, amaziningly enough. It's nice to know that someone seems to have made the same decisions in Germany that I did.

Well, Oktoberfest is a bit quiet at the moment, so I'll prepare myself once again for conscious thought. Later.