Maurice wrote:Between sets, I finished a beer and put the bottle down on a table with other empties; it was promptly picked up and swigged from by one of a group of young ladies who'd been sitting nearby. Um, well, I was done with it; if you can get anything out of it, you're welcome to it, but as a behavior it seemed rather odd to me.
Unless a teenager, the minesweeper is a particularly desperate species of pisshead.
My good friend Adam has just left after a three day visit and I am sad, exhausted and elated; the past three days have been awesome, with lots of cycling, meeting cool people, seeing places that I have not seen near here, dancing, swimming and sunshine (well, yesterday, anyway). On Saturday night/Sunday morning I danced until dawn for the first time in maybe a couple of years; to celebrate St Christopher's Day and the associated Gay Pride events and parade, some people hosted a massive party in a series of halls and terraces in the giant apartment block that overhangs Kottbusser Tor. The music was uniformly excellent, the crowd was mixed and mingling, the atmosphere was friendly, and there was a bouncy castle (ein Luftschloss!). I need to sort myself out with some disco.
Walked around the Olympic Stadium (the power of which defeats the association with the regime that built it), cycled from there to and through the Grunwald, swam in the Havel, and was given a scare by a family of dangerous idiots with a motorboat, a waterskiing child, and an inability to differentiate between the left and right side of a buoy. The adrenaline rush was fun.