After the General’s BBQ I was pretty wiped out, but I had to muster up the energy for one last outing that evening, Rie’s 32nd birthday party. Hit up a cold shower, scooped a bottle of Zeller Schwarze Katz, and headed to Potluck. It was a struggle to stay awake, so with my present delivered and my glass of champagne downed I headed home and ended up passing out on the wooden floors of my apartment. What a fitting end to a superb day.
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