Last night was supposed to be a quiet night. Just drinks with friends to celebrate Tessa’s birthday. I didn’t expect to end up on the Reeperbahn, Hamburg’s red light and party district at 3am. Nor did I expect to find myself in a jazz club with bright pink wallpaper doing shots of Jagermeister at 4am. Or walking home from the station at 5am in the fog with the birds tweeting loudly. But I did.
This afternoon as I sit quietly on the couch trying not to move, I remember why it has been over 10 years since I have had a night out on the town drinking. I’m too old for this shit.