Out & About In Munich

With Chris out of town, last night I ventured out with our friends Mark, Greg and Wenzel to the Pink Christmas Market. Yes, it's gay. It wasn't so much the traditional market as it's an excuse to drink Gluewein in the cold while listening to Caribbean music.

It's there that I had my first cup of spiked wine. The festive drink isn't so bad. As a result, I had five. If not, I might have frozen.

From there we continued the night at Asian-inspired restaurant Moritz (where my "special friend" from the gym works). He's not the reason we went but rather we were hungry and cold - and it was the closest (well, not really but the food was a better option than Selig's up the street). Unfortunately, it was smoky (big surprise). But, I barely commented on the disgusting environment. Instead, I enjoyed myself with the company as my head filled with second hand smoke.

Today, I felt the remnants of my evening fun - not from the wine but rather the (yes, you guessed it) smoke at Moritz. I sounded like Brenda Vaccaro this morning. And when I awoke, I vowed last night will be the last time in Munich that I go out in a smoky environment (but it should be as ban starts in just over three weeks). I can hardly wait (have I noted that enough?)