As I have certainly mentioned: there are some (mistaken) Irishmen who are celebrating a lot and also love. And so it was on 15 March (St. Paddy's Day has been moved up)!
Each threw himself into his green shirt and we went to the best party so far in this Erasmus life.
Only one word: green beer, green wine, orange tongue, "irish" Jelly, and it was sung all the time. I can unfortunately Party hard to describe because it was just brilliantly simple. The Irishmen are proud of their nationality - a hammer and it was really great to have the Garden-View Family thrown collected in green robe and is then gone closed.
course we then fragmented Native bar - this time Mika, Mark, Bobby, Annie, Carla and I back into klozet where was really celebrated yet. And here I would point out: I was dressed as a woman by a man and a gay club I think is also the only place where men go to the Frauenklo to "help" themselves.
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