|The potential well is about a C-cup deep. Oh wait, did I just say that aloud?|
(What happens if one nipple tunnels to the other nipple?)
We also have what's called a "social event," where everyone basically goes and eats for free. (The "free" part is key here.) The place we went this time was up in the mountains. Here's a map:
|The captions "lab" and "home" and "eat" should be pretty self-explanatory.|
To get to this place, you have to go from red, then along the river (the blue thing...y'know), then along the thing called arzler str....to the black thing. Now, this isn't exactly the most topographic of maps. But I can tell you with utmost certainty that the town of Innsbruck is mostly flat. However, the moment you leave the town, the elevation climbs absurdly. The bike I'm borrowing has gears, but apparently nothing for the uphill (so why even have gears? Hell.). So it was...a difficult climb, to say the least. Satisfying, though. Especially because the first thing they did when I locked up the bike was hand me a cup of spiced hot red wine. Yeah, I know, I should really just keep bitching about how lonely I am. Fuck off, you.
Okay, so I got a pretty bitchin' free meal. (Note: Tyrolean food still does not sit well with me. Sorry, roommate.) My advisor came to the table and the following conversation ensued.
Advisor: Okay, you guys can have two drinks, then afterwards you have to pay for them yourselves.
Me: Holy shit, they're going to buy us drinks?
Everyone else: Only two?!
But the best part was yet to come. I had to make use of the facilities, and came upon a sight so...WTF that I had to go back to capture it on iPod.
|That is...exactly what it looks like.|
Got a ride back to my flat, the smallest room in Innsbruck, and now I'm wide awake, even in the face of massive sleep deprivation. Eh, fuck it.
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