Plans for last minute shopping and organizing for the wedding went awry on Saturday when we turned up for brunch at Oliver’s sister’s apartment. Instead of a nice long breakfast with friends, Oliver was blindfolded and marched out to a waiting taxi and whisked off to places unknown in the company of his best friends.
I was instructed to change and found my dirndl waiting for me in the guest room, laid out on the bed, complete with socks, purse and wreath (Someone has been abusing their spare key privileges). After a champagne breakfast I was taken out into the Bavarian countryside and presented with tasks and challenges to complete before being allowed to go home. These included a DaVinci code-like examination of the oldest church in Bavaria, a pilgrimage to a shrine to make a wish and a hike through the countryside to a farm where I had to tend to the animals, gather 2 dozen eggs and milk ten cows.
Returning to the city, we hit the town (still clad in dirndls) ending up a dark bar called Tabacco surrounded by 50 tax lawyers in tuxedos. In between cocktails I was given several alternatives to marriage next Saturday and managed to resist every offer, making it home unmolested.