So the whole purpose of my trip to Amsterdam was to attend my best friend's wedding which was in Bielefeld, Germany. After he and I spent two glorious nights in Amsterdam we took a train due East to Bielefeld.
The whole event was really nicely done, but them Germans sure do love their booze. The ceremony ran from noon to about 12:30 and the first round of champagne was distributed then. After champagne toasts at the city hall we all went back to the bride's house for more drinks and snacks. After about an hour of that we all got on a bus for a tour of the countryside. The bus, of course, had a bar on it.
The bus tour ended around 6:30 which left us all just enough time to dust ourselves off and get to the reception which started at 7:00.
The reception was held in a beautiful old barn--two to three hundred years old or so. The booze just kept on coming. Sometime around midnight one of the German guests decided it was time for me to taste the local schnapps. This was no fruity liqueur, this was fucking moonshine.
I believe that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I don't know exactly what happened, but I fell down, tearing a huge hole in my pants and scraping the hell out of both knees. The Germans weren't phased by this at all--they propped me in a chair and gave me water until I recovered.
During the wee hours of the party (which didn't break up until 3:30 in the morning) these photos were shot.
The whole event was really nicely done, but them Germans sure do love their booze. The ceremony ran from noon to about 12:30 and the first round of champagne was distributed then. After champagne toasts at the city hall we all went back to the bride's house for more drinks and snacks. After about an hour of that we all got on a bus for a tour of the countryside. The bus, of course, had a bar on it.
The bus tour ended around 6:30 which left us all just enough time to dust ourselves off and get to the reception which started at 7:00.
The reception was held in a beautiful old barn--two to three hundred years old or so. The booze just kept on coming. Sometime around midnight one of the German guests decided it was time for me to taste the local schnapps. This was no fruity liqueur, this was fucking moonshine.
I believe that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I don't know exactly what happened, but I fell down, tearing a huge hole in my pants and scraping the hell out of both knees. The Germans weren't phased by this at all--they propped me in a chair and gave me water until I recovered.
During the wee hours of the party (which didn't break up until 3:30 in the morning) these photos were shot.
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fatality:
Haha, what fun!
fpkk:
Not to turn this into self-congratulation monthly but your moon physics poetry thing was pretty damn fine too. 