Wow.
Must have been a lot of good times :)
As much as I can remember them...lol.
I lived in a small town along the Mosel River. I soon learned that Mondays were the best nights to go to a wine fest. The tourists were gone, and the townspeople were able to let their hair down.
Tuesday mornings were hell. My first task was to give my Battalion Commander an after action report of the previous night's festivities. He was always looking for a new place to take his wife for a night out.