dominics 21st

that loveable mad-as-a-pie guy dom was lucky enough to have a birthday on the 31st of january. most of us were busy getting jiggy with a bunch of cocktails, and the man himself was out painting the town red with some birds.   apparently. to make up for it, we went out on the thursday to that cactus club in the middle of stuttgart... not entirely sure of its name... but its underneath the cinema. free food if you pay ten marks to get in, and two drinks for the price of one before ten pm.   (note. all drinks cost roughly twice as much as a normal bar)

	dressed up in his best clubbing kilt, dom promptly ordered a few martini bianco's mit orangensaft. apparently the sporran wasn't big enough to hold his mobile fone ... which is probably a good thing.   too many people looking at his bulging pouch and we might have been arrested! we were reassured before we got to the club that dom was wearing pantz underneath his kilt.   phew!
most of the night was spent spending over spendable beauties... two of whom were sat directly opposite me. the free food was free for a reason.   it tasted rank.   ravioli, spaghetti bolognaise, some sort of green shit.... come to think of it, all traditional italien food.   maybe someone told them it was doms birthday! big ralf had a generous portion, as did i.. but i left half of it, due to putting what i though was parmisan cheese all over the spaghetti and rendering it inedible.   nice bread though.
	the music didn't crank up until after ten... but by then the drinks offer had stopped. the dance room, crap-german-music room and chill-out cocktail lounge were all full of underage youths dancing like they just didnt care.
we sort of joined in with the moshing but soon got thirsty.   the two tasty birds were following me, i was certain of it... and singing along to *la bamba* at full screech we must have looked irresistable!   the bar staff poured lighter fluid all over the place and set fire to it. quite distressing really.   setting fire to a bar is sacrilege.
	as this was supposed to be a singles party, i was quite surprised by the number of couples around.   the teletext match making service was good for a laugh, although resident german speaker ralf didn't know what half of the sentences meant! what further proof do you need that schwäbish is all made up nonsense?   well, we got doms name on the telly... it seemed like a funny thing at the time.
with our free tickets for next week, we left.   sharp snow tried to block our progress, but we got the last train home.   dom and i fell asleep / passed out somewhere near vaihingen. i hardly even noticed that nik had disappeared some time ago, and the next day when he claimed he got the same train as us, i didn't realise that he hadn't! one too many!