"Yes, I know what a hefe-weizen is, I lived in Germany!" I interuppted. Sheesh! He left to go get my beer, but never returned. I was thankful for the peace and quiet with the crowds gone, but my unease was growing since I hadn't seen my two companions in awhile. Finally, they both show up laughing and jovial. I told photogoot about the bartender trying to describe a hefe-weizen to me, and he showed me pics he'd taken of galinda by some framed works of art which were actually hammered copper. The bartender had left his Canon Rebel XTi behind the bar, and I considered stealing it, beacuse he was such an ass, but another intermission let out and I lost my friends in the bedlam which ensued. Fine. I had to go to the bathroom anyway. It took forever to find one, and when I did, it was a dark, cavernous locker-room type place with thousands of stalls and a moist, wet floor from the huge open-bay shower area. I picked a stall and went to close the door, but suddenly there were hundreds of men in there yelling and sceaming as if a winning game had just finished - and all the doors had dissapeared from the stalls.
Many thanks to the special gift rec'd yesterday from somebritinmass. It's my favorite, and I will place it tenderly into my care. And Daisy says, "Meow."