Yesterday was like the sun after the rain.

Or, to be exact, the sun that peeps out of the cloud for a bit. This storm ain’t over, but it will always rain, anyway. I felt completely good and happy yesterday.

This mostly due to meeting with most of my friends for dinner at the Greek restaurant, Lucullus. It has been a long time since we’ve met Maria and her best friends, Sandra and Astrid, and us boys are ever happy with the company of German ladies.

Dinner was really good; I really like lamb the way the Greek chefs prepare them. Conversation was even better, with potshots thrown all around. Nice to meet up wtih all the guilty parties who invited one and all to my place without me ever hearing of it (read: Michael Stone).

Of course, Maria was a delight. It’s enjoyable just listening to her laugh again. And finally, someone who can speak proper Cantonese and Mandarin without butchering it into obscene chunks of dogmeat (read: Michael Stone).

The girls were looking for an apartment for the three of them, and would you believe it, they got one the first place they looked. I cannot believe they’re even discussing the pros and cons of taking it; this is Munich that we’re talking about… just grab it while you can!

Later, we decided to retire to Stusta after an unsuccessful attempt to get into the TU Mensa Coyote Party. On the way there, in the U-Bahn, Maran was trying to explain to us the concept of a Rubensfrau, arms waving around madly and all talk of plumpness. Basically, he described a fat octopus, which was interesting when you consider the reason he brought the subject up in the first place was to refer to Maria as one.

Worse, he apparently called Fr. Tsetini one too.

Rumours has it that she blushed (this is our favourite tyrannic Deustche Lehrerin we’re talking about; she’s more likely to bristle, if anything) and disappeared without another word. I suspect she plunged into a regime of gym-going and dieting immediately.

Then, when we were boarding the train, some German girls came out and one of them spluttered in front of me, “I love Chinese guys!” I managed a “I like Chinese people too, but German girls aren’t bad either!” Not exactly the comeback I was looking for, but I was pretty smug for the rest of the evening, shall we say.

Apostolos and Maria got involved in some sort of clothes-exchange and clone-pairing scheme in the train, but let’s not go any further (read: Michael Stone).

We dropped by the Castle Stone before hitting Manhattan, where we devoured Doppelkeks and downed several litres of Leitungswasser. I am still trying to figure out why he has a Thai sarong hung over his bedhead, but hey, the guy collects stones…

The bar was a timid affair compared to the earlier evening, and we decided to leave to catch the last U-Bahn when some bloke out of nowhere got himself invited to Castle Stone for pasta Nutella (read: Michael Stone gets his come-uppance, sort of).

Still, a good tme, all in all.

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