Cześć, yo

Check out Polish Don Johnson. The blue slip-ons. The rolled up white blazer. The shorts.

I figured he'd be good symbolism for the end of my first week of pure Polish insanity. Check out the best questions I've been asked since I got here:

1. Are the house parties in America as good as I think they probably are?

2. Does every girl there have plastic surgery?

3. Why did you come here?

4. Do you hate Canadians?

5. Is your brother single?

Work-wise, everyone in this company is spread around the country, so they traveled to Gdynia to meet me and the other new writer and have some company-wide meetings. But mainly it seems like going out (every night) and drinking (excessively) was the plan. I'm from Wisconsin but man alive...that's a lot of partying. Last night involved my first club visit, and it was everything I imagined: thumping electronic re-workings of terrible songs, European guys doing dance moves I can't imagine the gayest of American men doing and lots of cigarettes.

Going out every night has been rough since I still feel sort of lagged on sleep, so I left ahead of everyone and took the train back to where I am staying. My only assignment for the weekend is to check out a new burrito place in Gdynia to see if Americans will consider it legit. My personal assignment is to fucking sleep.