Having known myself for over 24 years I knew there was a good chance that I would enjoy nothing on the menu and decided to eat at home before accompanying my teammates into the city. One look at Outland's menu proved me right. I am not one to try exotic dishes like crocodile or emu, so a menu highlighted by these doesn't exaclty jive with my whole grilled chicken thing. That being said, I tried crocodile. After instantly turning down Kacee's offer to try a bite of his chicken-looking meal, I reconsidered. "When will I ever have another chance to try crocodile," I thought. The answer was never, and that changed my mind. And although all I could think about while I chewed was this crocodile hunting prey in Australia, it really wasn't that bad.
It was still early when my teammates finished their meals, so we decided to check out a second destination. Having no knowledge of the city we left this part up to 18 year old Kevin, a phenomenal kid with seemingly no knowledge of Munich. Here is a picture of our fearless leader guiding us towards our second stop:
The confident face of our fearless leader.
After asking directions several times and looking hopelessly confused for half an hour, Kevin brought us to the part of Munich I would frequent only if looking to be stabbed in the chest and left to die in the sewer. This shady part of town is home to a row of about six to ten clubs, including Americano, our second destination.
My hopes of being asleep before 3 AM were dashed within five minuts. After Kacee and Tom each downed 2 shots and were half-way through their first mixed drink I decided I better strap up and prepare for the long haul.
It was early still, so we hung out by the bar and talked for a while, but soon enough the club began to hop and it was time to break out the business cards:
"Excuse me, ladies. I'm Ted Mosby. Architect."
"What does this mean?"
"You know: mind of an artist, hands of a master craftsman."
"Huh?"
"I'm an architect. And my name's Ted Mosby. But it's not, and it's a joke."
(blank stares)
At this point I decided to call in the cavalry. I waved my boys over and we proceeded to take about 80 pictures and start a dance party with these Eastern European girls. (They were from Poland, or Romania, or Slovakia, or Czechoslovakia, or something else ending with vakia. I don't really care.)
Yeah. I have a really sweet beard now.
We were far too awesome at dancing and picture taking for our Axis allies, but after they left we needed a little breather and caught some cool air under the fan until Kevin spotted a bachelor party. Obviously, I broke out Mosby.
"Ted Mosby. *click...wink* Architect."
"What is this?"
"Your last chance before you tie the knot."
"Huh."
"Forget about this. Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials."
We had found new compatriots and started a new dance party around the time of my interaction with the bride to be, but it was not until The Pirates of the Caribbean theme song came on at 2 AM that my night really peaked.
In the corner of the club there was a tiny stage with a pole. This area remained unoccupied for most of the night. After placing my new friend's scarf around my head like a bandana I jumped onto the stage, grabbed the pole, and proceeded to 'play pirate' for the next three minutes.
After my stunning stage performance
The dance parties eventually took their toll, and at 3:07 we decided to call it quits. Kevin, who had been in charge of all things travel related, relayed to us that we had yet again missed the last train home, and after a few instances of Kacee trying to befriend strangers on the street we found ourselves safely in a cab.
20 minutes later I was at home, already reminiscing about a night that could have only been better had Tom not broken my camera, which, by the way, will cost more to fix than it will to buy a new one. So boo.
He should do the right thing and buy you a new camera!!!
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