Karneval!

Germans. Booze. Bad 80s music. The perfect combination for a great night of partying. I was a virgin Karneval-goer this time around, and probably one of the few non-Germans crazy enough to enter the German Embassy that night for pure kraut-debachery. Drunk Germans kept striking up conversations with me in German in the bathroom, and I managed to nod at all the right moments and I don't think anyone caught on that I wasn't German. They certainly wouldn't have guessed from my bad dancing or my cow outfit. Not being able to sing along with the German-language songs (including a techno version of what sounded like their national anthem) might have given me away though...