International Students

Today it struck me that I have never told you anything about the other international students. I'm wondering why. Don't I deeply love them?
At MIC, there are 39 international students and more than 20, I think, are from Germany or Austria. There is even one brave girl from Switzerland, who is also capable of the German language by the way... A German girl keeps telling me that there are two other Swiss guys, and I keep telling her that NO, they are Austrian. But she's like: "NO, they are definitely Swiss, they speak a dialect, after all", and I: "NO, they are Austrian, for God's sake!"
Last Saturday, some of the students organised a house party with the topic "trash". You might guess, not my cup of tea at all, but I was determined to go. After all, Mary I had taught me that I needed to socialise in order to be healthy and happy. They all arrived wearing messy clothes and weird make-up, sucking Martini - not because they liked it, but in Ireland, Martini is the cheapest to get drunk quickly. The first one stumbled over her feet around nine. How tedious. Suddenly I had to think of Caroline Bingley in Pride and Prejudice: "I can't help thinking that at some point someone is going to produce a piglet and we'll all have to chase it." This is exactly how I felt. Around half past ten, the Dutch frontier approached me - two girls that always show up together and never seem to be alone for one single second. WE went to see this and that. WE have six courses. At least, they don't speak synchronically - that's something. Anyway, one of them was wearing a horrible Hallowe'en dress and the other one stared at me and said coolly: "You are boring!" Wow, what a blunt delivery.

I guess, I really am. Why else would I first tell you about my rusty bike and only then about the exciting people I meet?