It was a rainy night at the beginning of December. Rainier than rain could be. I am positive I heard, from the darkness, the howl of some sodden beast ring out as I got on the train into London.
I had been debating on whether or not to pull out of the blogger meet up that had been arranged by the wonderful Able Grable. She was over from Guernsey and the place to be was Katzenjammer's Beirkeller. But, oh my. I was tired. I was weary. Did I mentioned the rain?
But - it had been arranged for a very long time, I was looking forward to seeing and meeting new people. Besides, I had bought my Dirndl dress months in advance. About 5 months in advance.
So, I returned from work, changed and headed back out into the night.
I have to say, I was beyond pleased that I did. I perked up as soon as I headed into the basement of this delightful place. It had a real atmosphere about it. And of course, there were many Dirndl dressed dames to behold!
And then there is my Dirndl. I love it. I wanted to have something that I would possibly wear outside of the event itself, and I love brown and mustard together. The shirt if from Primark and the knitted bolero has been with me for a good few years now.
There was a bit of a boob-off between Shona and I. As there usually is whenever we meet. I love this gal more than I can say. And not just for her epic cleavage. Honest.
Apart from bazumba shots and outfit envy, there were also other fine femmes in attendance. Min with lovely plaits and my dear friends Margaret and Lena, as well as the first virtual meeting with Stephanie, who I had become firm chums with on Twitter.
It was a grand old evening where I drank bier but discovered, too late, the delights of Watermelon schnapps & lemonade. Roll on Summer.
Pimms is out - Schnapps are in!
As are Dirndl's!