Last night was absolutely awesome. Until it wasn't.
Getting seperated is always a mess, doubly so on the other side of the world where you don't share a common language. I'm not sure who left first, may have been me, but here is what I know.
I left somewhere around 845pm, +/- 5 Maß later I was in need of my bed. This was compounded by the fact all I ate all day was two slices of bread from Gummer's breakfast on the flight in. I departed the Hofbrau tent and headed in the direction of the U-bahn - don't ask how I remember where the U was lol. I stopped for food and sat down in a corner near the exit to the Weisen to eat my sausage and fries when low and behold I see Jon! He's stumbling back and forth with a bunch of people (none of our people) and I jump up to catch up (simultaneously dropping my food) to him. We hugged it out for a second and i urged him to return with me, but he wanted to journey on forward, so I left him to his own and set out for the hotel.
I'm not really sure how I got back so easily. I never made a wrong turn, never had to turn around. 100% retraced my steps back to the hotel.
The others have better stories. Lol
