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So, off
we went again, in search of ever more beverages. For some
reason, we headed farther up the river before we crossed
back on a different bridge. Unfortunately, there was no
scenery of great note along the way, although we were
almost overrun at one point by a horde of angry German
rollerbladers.
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Once we'd crossed back to the other
side, we took some stairs down to a path along the riverbank,
and lucked into a riverside bar.
We sat in the sun near the
river and easily killed a couple of hours drinkering
and talking and talking and drinkering. And babe
watching. But mostly drinkering. Eventually, as was
our wont, we grew bored of that riverside bar, at
least as bored as our asses were sore, if not more.
Wooden benches are not conducive to long-term sitting.
And
yet again, we headed out, mere hours left to waste. Or
maybe four or so more hours. And by this time, we'd been
without sleep for about 30 hours and some of us were a
bit giddy. So maybe those last hours weren't so mere
after all, hmmmm, Mr. SmartyPants?
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When we
found the park square, where there were
better chairs than at the riverside, and more
beers than we currently had in hand (zero), we again rejoiced.
"Thank God," we said, "that we're stopping
here this time, unlike the last twelve times we passed through."
And there we sat. And drank. And sat.
And tried not to fall the fuck asleep before our train.
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