Friday night, Oliver and I took ourselves out for a nice dinner at Makassar. As the place was packed we sat at the bar and chatted with the staff and other regulars. We tried some nice new white wines and were invited to try two really nice Spanish calvados.
Waking up Saturday morning, I roll over to greet my loving partner beside me. I encounter an accusing if not also slightly bemused glare.
“You fell asleep on me last night!”
“I did?” (searching brain for helpful last memory of previous evening)
“You fell asleep on me right in the middle!!”
“The middle of what?”
Apparently the German version of “how you doin’?” just took too damn long.