Journey was uneventful and an hour early, but just in time, we arrived in Seelze near Hanover. While the others sat in a cafe, I went with
evening was there a party in a Seelze Bistro. It was definitely a nice one or the other with whom one has spoken the last time was years back to watch. It was even in this area is very great, unfortunately, was the "DJ" everything up for that. His CD case was not look like much, but if so, was the desire for "We are heroes" or the like are ignored; He was of the opinion, that would be incompatible for the guests - and played more remixes with evil (I) em village disco bass. The second man this evening, which was irritated by some very responsible for the deaths of the atmosphere was: The father of the bride.
In the belief that music has the last word and everyone present was to "Make Dance" at least as crazy as he did, he kept talking and actually bugged all the time. The problem - and I quote Dennis: He simply has not understood that it was not his party.
The conclusion of the wedding, it is not worthy to be contrived in the assessment. Because the wedding was beautiful, no doubt. This evening I would rather forget.
Compared with a counterpart, which again I am not myself. Seen's point is:
What we are seeing every day things that do not understand again. The event allows us to separate
the previous day was spent in the garden, the castle as well as two cemeteries. There is something spooky, between 150 - to go 200 years old grave stones, grave to read the inscriptions and imagine what life may have a "Privy Council" looked like back then. Old parks are great anyway, for hours I could stop it. A thousand times better than any amusement park or sneak previews at the movies, which led Dennis to me a Misanthrope to name. Perhaps because even have a point: Hochzeitsfeiermisanthrop. There
More images from yesterday, it ( here ) .