Hello Kati
Last night wasn't quite over when I thought it would be. It was Saturday night and I was in a strange city. I had to go out. N. and I strapped on the boots and went to Haltern. A 20 minute walk had us in place and we scoped out various places that looked hospitable.
We stopped at Flüze Q (or something like that) which is a mining-camp inspired "smoker's club".
It's a smoker's club because smoking isn't allowed in bars, however, you can have a smoker's club serve its members alcohol, so in we went.
They hand you a little card with numbers on it and while I at first thought it was a bingo card, it's actually a payment card.
The waitress will bring your drinks and mark how much the drinks cost and when you leave, you show the card and they tally up the total and you pay (though not with a credit card!). If you drop/lose the card, you're in for a hefty fee, sort of like losing a parking garage ticket.
So we grab seats and Kati, our waitress, approaches and asks what we'll have. I let N. order me a local specialty which I'd compare to a Guiness Light if there were such a beast. Not bad, but too hoppy for my taste. N. ordered one (of a few) Jägermeister with Red Bull. Yikes.
Kati is one of the more attractive German girls I've seen so far. She is just shy of six feet, has her shoulder-length hair in a casual ponytail and a great smile with a row of dazzling white teeth. Probably in her late 20's, she banters with us and quickly provides the drinks.
N. is single and I suggest that Kati, who wasn't wearing a ring, might be a nice girl to hang out with and potentially see again later. N. nods in agreement so I suggest finding out her name or maybe use me as a way to talk to her.
N. does ask her about the "O trifft BA trifft MA" drink with the line "My American friend here is wondering...", and she does stop and explain what the drink is (no idea, Orange juice, Bailies and something else) but she does have to work.
As I get to the bottom of my beer, I sacrifice myself for N. and say "tell her that I want a picture with her" so N. can apologize for me and say that I'm a tourist.
She agrees to a couple of pictures with a laugh and leans up against me (mmm... if I didn't date someone already...) while posing a bit, and then has to run off.
We get up and as I pull my jacket on, I walk up to her and introduce myself and ask her name. "Kati" she says, with another beaming smile.
Cute as a button.
On the way home we saw something that had me scratching my head. A few kids were coming down the street towards us. As they got closer, we saw that one of them was pushing a shopping cart with another guy in it.
N. yells out "Jackass Haltern, was?" and they holler back "Jackass? pussies!"
Yes, that was exchange verbatim. Midnight in a random German town, a kid is being pushed down the street in a shopping cart. Food for thought.
Go Home
We stopped at Flüze Q (or something like that) which is a mining-camp inspired "smoker's club".
It's a smoker's club because smoking isn't allowed in bars, however, you can have a smoker's club serve its members alcohol, so in we went.
They hand you a little card with numbers on it and while I at first thought it was a bingo card, it's actually a payment card.
The waitress will bring your drinks and mark how much the drinks cost and when you leave, you show the card and they tally up the total and you pay (though not with a credit card!). If you drop/lose the card, you're in for a hefty fee, sort of like losing a parking garage ticket.
So we grab seats and Kati, our waitress, approaches and asks what we'll have. I let N. order me a local specialty which I'd compare to a Guiness Light if there were such a beast. Not bad, but too hoppy for my taste. N. ordered one (of a few) Jägermeister with Red Bull. Yikes.
Kati is one of the more attractive German girls I've seen so far. She is just shy of six feet, has her shoulder-length hair in a casual ponytail and a great smile with a row of dazzling white teeth. Probably in her late 20's, she banters with us and quickly provides the drinks.
N. is single and I suggest that Kati, who wasn't wearing a ring, might be a nice girl to hang out with and potentially see again later. N. nods in agreement so I suggest finding out her name or maybe use me as a way to talk to her.
N. does ask her about the "O trifft BA trifft MA" drink with the line "My American friend here is wondering...", and she does stop and explain what the drink is (no idea, Orange juice, Bailies and something else) but she does have to work.
As I get to the bottom of my beer, I sacrifice myself for N. and say "tell her that I want a picture with her" so N. can apologize for me and say that I'm a tourist.
She agrees to a couple of pictures with a laugh and leans up against me (mmm... if I didn't date someone already...) while posing a bit, and then has to run off.
We get up and as I pull my jacket on, I walk up to her and introduce myself and ask her name. "Kati" she says, with another beaming smile.
Cute as a button.
On the way home we saw something that had me scratching my head. A few kids were coming down the street towards us. As they got closer, we saw that one of them was pushing a shopping cart with another guy in it.
N. yells out "Jackass Haltern, was?" and they holler back "Jackass? pussies!"
Yes, that was exchange verbatim. Midnight in a random German town, a kid is being pushed down the street in a shopping cart. Food for thought.
Go Home
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