Despite some episodes of EXTREME jet lag, I was pretty excited to celebrate New Year’s Eve 2013 in Germany. I’ve done the pay a lot of money and get super dressed up for an open bar party a few times in the US, and while it’s plenty of fun, it’s nice to see how they do it in other parts of the world. I was here for New Year’s Eve, or Silvester as the Germans call it, last year in Germany. However, I spent it with the family. As much as I love those 6, I’m still in my 20s and it was not my ideal situation. Spoiler alert: yes, I am a 23-year-old that likes to play with fireworks, drink too much ‘champagne’, and stay out til the next day’s trams are running New Year’s Eve, so sue me.
In all honesty up until about 3 am the morning of NYE, we had no idea what we were going to do. Our kind friend had invited us to his hometown of Saarbrücken, but a little incident (ok, my wallet got stolen with all my cards, visa, and BahnCard) the night before changed things up. Luckily, I’d run into an old friend in the city who was back in town and he invited us to dinner with them. It was an incredible meal with some old, but more new, friends and a blast shooting fireworks.
Germans take their fireworks VERY seriously. In fact, you can shoot them within city limits. They had been going off all day, really, but at midnight, it exploded. If I had ever been in the height of battle back in the 1800s, I imagine this is how it would sound. It’s really just endless firing all around. Casey has an awesome post demonstrating the atmosphere; she is in Wiesbaden but it was very similar here.
At around 2, Maggie and I decided it was now an appropriate time to head out in the city. We were a little skeptical paying the 15 Euro entry fee until the bouncer assured us the club was open “indefinitely”. He wasn’t lying. I guess I thought taking pictures of this part of the night wasn’t a good idea (for once), but if I had, you probably wouldn’t be seeing them anyway because let’s get real, no photos of that time of night are blog
All-and-all, I think it was a pretty traditional German (or at least Baden-Württemberg) NYE. Ok, so we didn’t eat raclette, but we had a great meal with friends, shot fireworks, and stayed up all night. And now, your photo overload:
The night started off with Maggie and I lost. This is not unusual. Luckily we had this tiny espresso truck to entertain us.
Maggie and I holding the lucky four leaf clover plant – apparently these are New Years-y here.
The guys whipped up an incredible meal baked salmon with broccoli, chicken curry, pan-fried potatoes, and rice.
Gotta hand it to these kids, only 2 had met me and 0 for Mags and they handled our ridiculous-ness spectacularly, heck, they even joined in. We had a very international New Years: Americans, Germans, Brazilians, and Indians – 4 continents ain’t bad.
Good thing we drank enough to have holsters for our bottle rockets.
Some of our fireworks!
Roman Candles are my favorite, even if they are tiny.
I <3 U ! fail.
How did you spend the new year?