Yodelayheehoo indeed.

As promised, yesterday Project German Yodeler commenced quite spectacularly in the horrendously boring and funeral-like teaching methods class I've been taking all term. Shay and I wore full regalia to the lecture: improvised (but quite convincing) liederhosen, bright red and bright green Peter Pannish hats, ridiculous loafers, old man suspenders, puffy-sleeved blouses, and sweater vests, topped off with beribboned pigtails. All that we were missing were wienerschnitzels and flagons of beer, and it wasn't for lack of trying; I looked all over for the campus hotdog vendor, but he was nowhere to be found. It would have been so classic to bring a big greasy sausage to class and eat it conspicuously amidst 60 bemused classmates... but no.

Anyway, our dramatic presence was met with a mixture of admiration, awe, and/or undisguised disgust from our classmates. Some people were really into the costumes, asking to try on our hats and snapping our suspenders approvingly; some asked us to dance a jig (to which Shay of course obliged). Others gave us the stink eye and demanded to know what was going on. Ultimately, I think we've been blacklisted by about 50% of the people in our program now, and we've decided that this entire escapade was probably a great way to weed out those without a sense of humor. At least the professor took it all much more smoothly than I had anticipated--she simply ignored the hats and drilled us with questions about the reading. Fairly humane, really, in light of the fact that we were still wearing our hats an' all.

During break, Shay and I strumpeted down 13th street, drawing many a curious look.
Hail the conquering heroes.

[I will upload pictures as soon as I get them onto Andy's computer.]