My living room is under siege by an army of extremely pleasant Berliners, friends-of-a-friend come to tear it up in NYC for a few weeks. This is a-ok by me, since I have an unabashed lady boner for everything German. For once I don't even mind that the wall between mine and the room next door is paper thin, since even "Ugh, I'm so hung over" and "it's bloody 6am in the morning!" sound like music to my ears in Deutsch!
