After a night out drinking till 4am, waking up at 12:10, hastily dressing and packing in order to sneak out the back door of the hostel because check out was at 11. After draining a double espresso, sauntering in to the oldest beer garden in town at 1:30 and by 3:30 having guzzled half a gallon of beer.
After having lived (survived) through the Abrego House years, the only odd part for me is the fact that it takes place in Germany and it is heartening to know that seven years later that is all that is odd.
:-p
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