Our host, being very polite, never let me pour my own drink, and I watched as the sparkling liquid vanished before my eyes. Into my stomach.
In no time at all I was suddenly able to speak German! I pulled Aaron into another room and shined a spotlight on him and told him to tell me all his secrets as I, Mary Poppins, had transformed into the German Stasi. Except he did not tell me his secrets. He was a tough nut to crack. I reminded him, again in German, that I would get the secrets out of him in due time. At this point he started laughing, and told me this secret. My German was non existent and my English merely tolerable, but my Russian accent was spot on.
Not even the fellow smoker and I bonded that evening and I found myself building the most kick ass train track with Claudia into the wee hours.
Champagne, you are no longer my friend.