My Weekend blogged.

I was randomly reading a magazine, actually I think in the bathroom at Schowalters, anyways, this Christian Family Magazine. There's this section where people submit funny quotes from their kids I've only read a couple. The quote was something to the effect that this kid could not understand why his kindergarten teacher needed a break since playing with kids isn't actually work. It hit me then and this weekend especially that kids really can't fathom that playing with them is in some or many ways work.
I basically stayed at home this weekend and the whole time the kids wanted to play or just be with me watching TV or in my room. It made me slightly crazy.
We didn't end up having an official breakfast or lunch on Saturday and there was a reason for that. We were invited for dinner to the neighbor's, Gabor's birthday party. Him and his wife are in their sixties. Two other neighbor families were there as well. He's quite funny actually, filling our wine glasses as fast a we could drink it and the word "small" meant nothing when it came to portions of food. I ate a piece of pork fillet then he asked if I wanted a chicken leg. I though sure I could eat a drumstick. I end up with a half a chicken on my plate. For dessert we had chocolate mousse, then there was still cake! I was stuffed.
I really did enjoy the good food and the company of the night however.
Elke came down with bad cold this weekend so we didn't go to church on Sunday. I decided that night it was time to get out of the house and go watch some football in Basel. I was really curious how it is there with the "fan-zones" they have set up. It really takes me that extra push to go out by myself. I did though. In Liestal in mid-run from the bus to the train I see Rich. That was a surprise since I thought went back to the UK on Monday. Now he's back since the flat he wanted didn't work out. It was a pleasant surprise though since now I have someone to watch the games with.
So that made me happy enough, plus the prospect of an enjoyable evening of me, my mp3 player, football, basel, and good enough weather. Unfortunately, thanks to this african douchebag that followed me out of the train, and me being to nice than to tell him to "piss off" my otherwise pleasant evening, well wasn't. I can't understand why are African men here so desperate and forward. It's so pathetic. I woudn't even dare generalize like that except that this is like the forth time I've run into it this this year. Every african man I have talked to this year. I hate to even generalize Africa and you really can't in any other way. But I'm curious, from a cultural standpoint, to know where they learn to act in such ways. Sorry, I was just really annoyed yesterday.
Anyways Germany beat Poland 2-0....