Then on to Frankford Hall for some German beer, and BOILED MEAT. (The Germans really know how to boil the piss out of their meat).
A few naps later.... then we were all set to drink some more.
Back on the bus home, this drunk kid kept telling the same story about how he lost his cell phone and some random found it, and turned it in... then had to pick it up at the police station... he told it like 8 times... in a row. (who says drinking excessivly can kill brain cells?)
Anyway, we had a flipping blast.
Next weekend, I go back in time to the roaring twenties for a themed 30th birthday celebration... I can't wait to put some fingerwaves in my hair!