Heee!

After a decidedly dodgy start, my weekend is currently MADE OF WIN.

Last night I managed to find the Ballroom (yay), then went for something to eat. Oh look, I said to myself, an Irish pub. They'll speak English.

I think I found the only Irish pub in Hamburg where the staff speak NO English.

However! We figured out drinks and food with the aid of a fair bit of hand waving and pointing and wiggled eyebrows, so is all good. Waiting for my meal, realised was being eyed up by very drunk man sitting on the table to my right - he also spoke no English, but his friend spoke a bit so I got chatted up through an interpreter.

Also bought a drink, no bad thing.

He asked for my phone number, but I explained that as I spoke no german and he no english it would be a waste of time, right? He pleaded. I said no. (His friend is meanwhile translating all this to the barstaff, who are in fits.)

Anyway, they left me alone and it's funny how much a single eyeroll between women who have no common language can mean. Heh.

( Think I'd better cut this cos it's going on a bit more than I thought it would... )

So. catch yerlater!