The weather was lovely on Friday — perfect for spending the evening in a subterranean night club, in other words.

I arrived before my friends, went to the bar and ordered a Hoegaarden. Figured it was a good time to test the “weisßbier does not give you a hangover” hypothesis.

I never order hard liquor, it means too much trouble.

We had come because my friend Karen (who’s only half Swedish, the other half Brazilian) was playing this evening.

She’s been touring the U.S. with Swedish musician Moneybrother.

They were a good mix of red and blue. Every musician should have a hot female base player.

Afterward, there was lots of more beer, and tequila shots in the cave-like VIP room. Then, Moneybrother, his giant suitcase and I went to Kenmare for some more beers with another Swede and a German — expats unite. Things were a bit blurry at this point, so no more photos were taken, but I still managed to loose my lens cap, gaah!

Fun night. The weißbier hypothesis proved true. And I had this song in my head all of next day.