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HungLikeJesus · 08-09-2007, 06:51 PM

Just for completeness, I should mention that my wife's luggage arrived last night.

Tonight we went to a weinlube, which was some kind of festival where everyone was drinking wine and lubing, I guess, and on the way back to our friends' apartment we stopped at a little bar or tavern, what ever they call them here in Ludwigsburg. Our friends went on home and we sat at a small table in the small dark corner of the small dark bar, or tavern, or whatever they call them here.

We planned to drink one beer and look at the carved wood and go back to our friends' apartment, but we got caught up in someone's good fortune and ended up, in addition to the beer and wein, drinking champagne and sitting, and chatting, with practically everyone in this local local, including Fidi and Peter, and some woman whose name I didn't get, but whose watch I'm now wearing. I said to my wife that I should go back tomorrow with the watch I brought with me from home, a 1957 (or so, no one really seems to know) Hamilton and make a fair exchange. That's how things seem to go when our friends drops us for a drink at the local local - strangers become friends and friends become stranger (but that's not right, they can't really become that).

So maybe I should be posting in the Meaningless Drunk Thread, or the City and Travels thread, but I am right now happy, and not quite drunk from hours of drinking and heavy thinking that I had it made.

What more I know I cannot say, but in the Cellar I wanted to stop and say...

Good bye.

Good bye.

08-09-2007, 06:51 PM	#382
HungLikeJesus Only looks like a disaster tourist Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: above 7,000 feet Posts: 7,208	Just for completeness, I should mention that my wife's luggage arrived last night. Tonight we went to a weinlube, which was some kind of festival where everyone was drinking wine and lubing, I guess, and on the way back to our friends' apartment we stopped at a little bar or tavern, what ever they call them here in Ludwigsburg. Our friends went on home and we sat at a small table in the small dark corner of the small dark bar, or tavern, or whatever they call them here. We planned to drink one beer and look at the carved wood and go back to our friends' apartment, but we got caught up in someone's good fortune and ended up, in addition to the beer and wein, drinking champagne and sitting, and chatting, with practically everyone in this local local, including Fidi and Peter, and some woman whose name I didn't get, but whose watch I'm now wearing. I said to my wife that I should go back tomorrow with the watch I brought with me from home, a 1957 (or so, no one really seems to know) Hamilton and make a fair exchange. That's how things seem to go when our friends drops us for a drink at the local local - strangers become friends and friends become stranger (but that's not right, they can't really become that). So maybe I should be posting in the Meaningless Drunk Thread, or the City and Travels thread, but I am right now happy, and not quite drunk from hours of drinking and heavy thinking that I had it made. What more I know I cannot say, but in the Cellar I wanted to stop and say... Good bye. Good bye. __________________ Keep Your Bodies Off My Lawn SteveDallas's Random Thread Picker.