NO EVAN! We're not leaving yet....

After the first half of our week, we had consumed many steins of lovely german Brau, and watched a shit-ton of football in the sun. Nothing, it seemed, could top our fun for the week. That is, until we stumble upon the winning combination of a rad gig, a free bar, and a hotel that is 5 minutes down the road.

The venue 'Schwarzes Shaf' (probably mis-spelled that), was super sweet, and really really really hot. And after a worryingly sweaty soundcheck we retreated to the sanctuary of it's nearby sister-cafe to enjoy a wee coffee and watch italy go out of the world cup. Nice. We met our lovely buddy and booking agent Peter, and his daughter Joana (one of Peter's two daughters who are both insane and thouroughly rad) for a curry, which under the circumstances was easily the worst meal we could have thought to have. The gig was amazing though, and fully lived up to it's sweaty vibe. We met two guys who seemed very ennamered with me, and tried to convince me they were english despite raving german accents and confusing Manchester with Macclesfield. This continued a theme for the night as we met wonderful person after wonderful person, until Evan decided he'd had enough of wonderful people and preceeded to go throw up in the toilet. I should imagine his idea of mixing jagermeister into beer had a little to do with this. After seeing to Evan in the toilet and leaving him to a giggling Katie, i went on to dance an odd waltz with Roary and Craig to Darwin Deez as we continued to expand the horizons of modern dance. Until they too fell to the mistress that is drink and stumbled back in the general direction of the hotel.

Craig (our manager and spritual guru...and Rory's dad) returned a few minutes later to order a beer whilst casually notioning to me that he'd left rory in the doorway of the wrong hotel, throwing up. Unpurturbed by this, he proceeded to drink his beer and kindly ask the barlady where our hotel actually was - upon which he realised he'd gone to the hotel directly opposite. Picking up a stricken Rory on the way home, Katie and I walked them back to the beautiful hotel which they all sicked on. We then went back out again for a quick one. And met a nice irish girl....