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Drimble asks: When was it last brought home to you just how old you're getting? We last asked this in 2004, and you're eight years older now. Eight. Years.
( , Thu 7 Jun 2012, 13:24)
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with my friend, we were joined by a number of other Americans who were attracted by the familiar accents. Among them was a girl named Marta, with long curling brown hair and a pretty face, who was becoming increasingly interested in me as we chatted. I had absolutely no intent of it going beyond the friendly chatter over a beer, but she was becoming increasingly friendly as the beer flowed.
She was telling me of her university studies, and how she had ended up in Berlin. She told me of her ex boyfriend, who she had broken up with because he was getting far too serious and wanted to have kids, where she was not ready for that sort of commitment. So of course I asked her age.
She was six months younger than my youngest child. And snuggling closer as we talked.
I felt my age hit harder in that moment than I had in years.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2012, 17:22, 7 replies)
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It was east of Tiergarten and north of it. I remember we went toward the Hauptbanhof, but turned left once we crossed the river. We went by bike, so it wasn't terribly far.
( , Sat 9 Jun 2012, 15:06, closed)
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She had an early class and left after giving me a kiss and a hug and saying that she hoped to see me there again in the next couple of nights (I never went back). And anyway, I was not looking to get laid that night- I'm married, and wasn't about to start trying to figure out where to go with her anyway.
That said, one of the other Americans, a guy named Josh, got exceptionally drunk and was staggering around the place, somehow took exception to my friend Nate and started screaming that he was going to smash a glass across Nate's face. I tried to intervene and he pushed me against a wall, then grabbed a chair and swung it at Nate's head. Nate ducked the blow and half a dozen guys yanked Josh out of there. Cops were called. I still have no idea what set Josh off- Nate wasn't saying anything that anyone would find offensive, he wasn't hitting on any of the women, or doing anything but sitting there talking.
Memorable night, but I can't remember the name of the brewery.
( , Sat 9 Jun 2012, 15:05, closed)
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