Highlights of Thursday's adventure at Paulaner am Nockherberg (for Starkbierfest):

1. Dr. Evil's Doppelganger's maß of Salvator knocked over

2. Dr. Evil's Doppelganger given the middle finger

3. Dr. Evil's Doppelganger angry

4. Prosting so hard a maß was broken

5. Free taxi ride home

Scott Robson's blog details the above enough and reveals the cause/culprit of each item listed so I won't bother.

Andere Addie and myself on the tables

Yesterday, Andere Addie and myself accompanied an Australian couple, Tim and Dana, to a wine-tasting event at Deutsches Museum. So many best parts of the evening. 

Firstly, it was such an unexpected and huge delight to be able to speak in the exact non-actual-English tongue that I normally use at home. Here I automatically adjust the vocab I use to avoid having to explain things. Usually this means fuller sentences and proper words in place of abbreviations, and therefore far more effort. 

It was also very encouraging to learn that they both came here with no German skills, and both managed to find jobs in order to extend their visas within the 1 year window. I start applications again tomorrow...

Another best part of the evening - Munich. Admittedly, 4 hours of wine-tasting may have had something to do with mine and Addie's loud, shameless and breathless admissions of love for our new home as we rode along the Isar, past majestic buildings the like of which will never be seen in our own countries, because they 'just don't make things like they used to'.

   

By the time we got to the party (theme: Under the Sea), we were pretty tired but donned our costumes (speedos) only to receive tiring comments about the amount of skin showing... I was wearing tights man!!  And so we had a beer, ate genuine McDonalds chicken nuggets which I managed to purchase for 2.10euro per kilo, wasabi frischkäse, cake and rode home. Past the majestic buildings with more breathless 'Omg I love Munich's'. 

We had intended to see out the end of Paulaner's Starkbierfest in our Dirndls tonight, but the risk of a re-run of Thursday sent us instead to our favourite brauhaus, Weisses Brauhaus, for a more civilised evening with starkbier. 

I realise this entire post has been about evenings with alcohol... but that's not my whole life here. I had a falafel on the way home too.