Last night was one of those times.
A dozen or so of us gathered at the Zum Rheingarten restaurant about a half hour north of me, and we had a blast!!
There was plenty of beer, as you would expect of people who spent their high school years in a country where the legal drinking age was 16. This was my glass ... I had to take a picture of it because I liked the way the sunlight lit the glass. Then I drank it.
The restaurant used a dry-erase marker on a china plate to indicate our reserved table. What a cool idea!
This is me, my friend Mike, and my sister in law. It had already been a long, hot day, and I can see it all over my face. I was SO ready for the rest of that beer, and a good German meal.
Another artsy shot, with a beer bottle and Mike's souvenir Heidelberg license plate.
The group photo, taken by our lovely server, as we closed down the restaurant. (The guy in the red shirt next to me is my bratty little brother.)
Any time a group of Heidelbergers gets together, a party is sure to erupt. It doesn't matter which class we were in, how young or old we are, or if we ever knew each other in school. Once a Heidelberger, always a Heidelberger ... the bond is strong.
(written by Hartwood Roses. Hartwood Roses blog.)