Well, a few months ago I met an American here in Germany named Taylor and we progressed to become friends. However, his time in Freiburg wa s a good deal shorter than mine, and he left for America a couple days ago.
So he had a farewell party. After the party we went back to his place , where he had a bottle of champaign which he was going to open. So, t he bottle gets opened.
Boom!
Champaign everywhere. Red champaign. White walls. Rented apartment. G ermany. Short fragement sentences. (Ok the last part didn't happen the re, but those were not complete sentences).
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/WallSekt.JPG
So, it is now 10PM Friday. Everything closes at the latest at 8PM. So , of course there is no paint. Thankfully someone that John knows had some paint. So he rode his bike off and grabbed some paint. Meanwhile the renter came along, took a look at it, laughed, and then quickly to ld us that we have to paint everything.
We got the paint and the color match was very good, and our friend Da le happened to know a bit about paint, as he was a Lowe's paint salesm an:
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/DalePaint.JPG
Sadly the paint was just the slightest amount off, and the wall was j ust old and dirty enough. So we painted:
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/John.JPG
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/Taylor.JPG
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/DaleOmar.JPG
But in the end, the red champaign lost:
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/Sekt.JPG
The wall was new:
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/WallNew.JPG
And we were happy:
http://www.ftper.com/Germany/Pics5/AfterPaint.JPG
Taylor had to leave at 5AM, so he wanted to be up before 4AM. We left his place at 2AM. I don't think he was expecting that.
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