Mick's - Kassel

Back to the past... A friend had his birthday, the 60. It was celebrated in the Micks. Loading from 3pm (at least my boss says that the bar stools were still up... read more Back to the past... A friend had his birthday, the 60. It was celebrated in the Micks. Loading from 3pm (at least my boss says that the bar stools were still up and except us, only the cleaning man was there. I know you, I told him. Look at me, my boss tasted. He knows. At work this happens all the time... I can see my faces very well, even after years and partly from school. Sometimes I even remember the names of people. When the Putzmann, who is also an occasional bowl in the Micks, says his name, I immediately knew when I knew him. They drove a taxi 156 in the night shift! He chased it, but somehow he was shocked because he remained silent.... The birthday boy gradually met his guests. Cool pub, music as desired by guests, the ceiling is made with old concert posters and hang on the walls LPs. For the younger: These are the black vinyl discs from the last century! Old sailor rule: No beer before 4! Then it fled abundantly... I'm more like the old man. The grill was fired in the mini beer garden! Marchgrillen aha, so comes the magic: only the hard come into the garden. D Short time later, the next known face also a former colleague from my taxi time and hobby musician from the Kassel music scene. But he immediately recognized me and so we came over old taxi times. The former 156 was rather the silent listener and observer. It was great fun, even the other guests seemed to have fun. Micks was full! About 5 hours later, the former 156 jumped unexpectedly and circularly from the bar stool, took me in the arm and said: Now I finally know who you are! You were the radio, and I was terribly fucked in you. Laugh! WoW 20 years and 5 hours later... Funny, I'll go back without a birthday...