And Clarrington brought it to Berlin for us. And with Clarringon, Weiss? (I believe) Industries brought us a Christmas dinner at the Kranzler that was nothing short of a ... magical event!
We kept on floating from chair to chair (every time anyone clicked "Swap" to get into a more agreeable pose, I suppose) It was hillarious—One minute I am picking Herr Graves pockets for Marzipan the next my hand is stuck in Herr Valerian's!! and so on and so forth.
Unfortunately I have no pictures of the event, busy as I was holding on to the table for dear life.
It is fabulous to have an event a little earlier for those of us who run to our beds before European midnight.
After the dinner we all headed to the Christmas fair where we could shop for Chritsmas bits and bobs, dance and even enjoy the presence of some other animals, including bears *shudders* —bet you anything Solstice had something to do with that— They seemed quite content though, eating bread and watching crazy humans do their usual thing.
The Dance machines didn't offer couple's dances, it must be a new measure of the new Germany, we are not allowed to take drugs... or dance in couples. Everything is possilbe, after all it is the 20s, right? (dejavu dejavu ... from a hundred years into the future when we also won't be allowed to move in close proximity to other humans, don't ask me how I know)
In any case we all had a good time.
oh, before I forget, HAPPY FESTIVE SEASON EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT.
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