It had to be the darkest experience I ever had.

Mostly cuz there wasn’t much light, especially since J-Dawg, Manuel and I pretty much missed the actual barbecue (which I’m not sure even took place cuz Useless McGyver or someone forgot the grill) when we went to Claudia’s bridge party at Fraunhoferstrasse.

This was last Friday, by the way. (Can I help it if I’m terminally missing from the keyboard?)

The reason the three of us were late was of the lovely weather mentioned in the blogs just prior to this. But once things got drier, we got an SMS telling us to haul ass down there.

Which we did.

The party was actually planned to be somewhere by the river bank, near the bridge, but I guess as a backup plan, being under the bridge wasn’t so bad.

Of course, this meant the girls (Dona and Chiara) had to start singing the Red Hot Chilli Peppers anthem of the same name. We were forcibly persuaded to join in. Not that it was that much of a push.

It’s, erm, interesting being unable to see much of whoever you’re chatting with. It’s even more interesting when certain party members, strangely enough, only in pairs, excuse themselves from the group for a little private time in the shrubbery.

Heck, we even the good ol’ Chinese toasting at one point. Hailing the word “Yam” for as long as we could before crashing down with a resounding “Seng!“. (It’s called “Yam Seng” for some obscure reasons.)

I’ve to admit this time, being better prepared, J-Dawg lasted longer than I did. I was basically half-chuckling, half-choking when I ran out of air.

Now, if we only managed to persuade J-Dawg to climb the statue of a woman bending over in a rather compromising position …

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