Ah yes, These are the Germans I remember!

Whew. Tonight we went to a 'surprise' birthday celebration for Olaf, the owner of the most popular bar in Neuruppin, Unicum. I know this guy from my last two trips over here and he's great. A bunch of us met up at Unicum around 7:30 and then went over to his place to assault him with plenty of food and drink, including a friggin' grill out the back of someones BMW and a pile of marinated Schweinefleisch to go on it. It's 2:30 in the morning right now which is pretty late\early for Neuruppin, all things considered.

We proceeded to get Olaf completely drunk, fortunately in his own house. Germans can drink. Doesn't matter what it is, they'll drink it, comment about afterwards, and then go back to the kitchen looking for more, or a reasonable substitute, whichever presents itself first. These particular Germans, many of them being close friends of Olaf's, who is, by the by, Bi, became very warm and fuzzy as each bottle of red wine/beer/vodka/bourbon was consumed. There was a lot of cuddling between all party attendees going on. I really could not have asked for a better first Saturday night back in Germany.

I also forgot how much Germans tend to smoke, particularly when drinking, and inside nonetheless. So, I'm going to go shower now, and then I'm going to fall into bed, where I belong... verdammte scheisse.