I heard there's a breathalyzer on the premises, but it's a good thing we didn't find it. These Germans don't just drink a beer. They have a BEER. In a beer stein, which is like three beers' worth. And then you have another one. We went to two places with Tim and Tami, and that was before the three hour beer tour of Munich biergartens and beer museums and other various pubs before we even reached the Hofbraeuhaus at around 11. I'm sure if we blew into that thing, it would have exploded.
The mountain stopped me. In the parking lot, after a two hour, two drink girls' night, it stood up. Strong and purple in front of waving light orange stripes, and pink. And blue. I turned my friends around to look up. See that? But they didn't grow up with Camelback hovering over their back yards. They weren't shushed by it every night as it turned to red, then purple, then black as the sun sank down. I got my daughter on speakerphone as I headed north to home. She understands her mom's obsession, especially on nights like this, smack in the middle of monsoon season when the humidity changes things. Go look! See that? Do you see that?