Yesterday was Christi Himmelfahrt, which is a bank holiday here, so it was a relatively quiet day. I spoke to home, and had a bit of trouble explaining to my mum what holiday it was You see, I can never say the right word when I want to, when it comes to the Anunciation, the Assumption and the Ascension. Two of them have to do with the Blessed Virgin Mary… Two of them have to do with holy folk going to Heaven… And two of them use fairly normal words, in a not-entirely-odd way. If you give me one of the words, I can tell you what it refers to – but damned if I can get the right word when I want to use it myself

It was also Towel Day. I had a boring ol’ light blue towel with me, but really the one to look out for was Steve, owner of the world’s coolest towel I won though, because he left his towel in work at the end of the day

In any case, whatever day it was, I went into town to meet Bari & Olivier. Poor Bari’s train was mega-delayed, but she got there in good time anyway, and we headed to Sausalito’s, where I spent €4.50 (it was happy hour) on the most alcoholic Long Island Iced Tea I’ve ever encountered. I know the alternate name for it is “the five whites”, but you are supposed to leave some space for the Coke y’know! Dinner was some delicious slightly-spicy chicken strips (billed as chicken nuggets – they weren’t), and I finished off with a virgin strawberry margarita – essentially, strawberries, ice, sugar, lime juice & lemon juice, all blended up. Yum-my! I’m not sure if I’d go to Sausalito’s again – the food was excellent, the price was right, but the LIIT was just too alcoholic for me. Ah, I’ll probably go The strawberry juice was just too good to pass up

We headed back towards Studentenstadt then, for the StuStaCulum, passing a whole load of the most oddly-dressed boys heading towards Ludwigskirche, all wearing funny hats, slightly lederhosen-like trousers, shirts & braces. Some of them even had swish ceremonial sword-resembling-devices…

Mini Moustache were the “French disco” band we wanted to see – they were good fun, played up all the French stereotypes, and we generally had a laugh. Their set was a bit weird – it was still bright when they kicked off, and everyone was standing around in a semi-circle, as if they were at some very formal concert, behind an imaginary velvet rope… Bari, Olivier & I danced up the front, with a bunch of five- to eight-year-olds, and just had fun

Afterwards, we headed back to Bari’s place to get some water (Olivier had also had the LIIT!), and Bari gave me the coolest scarf EVER It’s red, and slightly-silky, and has Hagar (the Horrible?) on it, and it says I LOVE BARI How cool is that? Very. Very, very Bari (To clarify – Bari isn’t some sort of crazy egomaniac… She’s just regular crazy. The scarf comes from the football shop in an Italian town of the same name.)