Recalling afterward of one New Year's Eve celebration some time ago when our Dear Uncle Rachmoninov von Trenchen und Hollern Wronski — he comes from the Teutonic offshoot of the Family Wronski — had some splainin' to do following a night of jubilant revelry at his dacha in the Bavarian woods with who knows how many rollicking beauties.
Those were the days. Champagne, of course. Also, Spritzers with the naturally bubbly spring waters from the spa at Baden-Baden, fortified with your choice of a rare D'yquem or a very old and dusty Trockenbeerenauslese.
The indoor pool was a popular destination. Heated of course. Nudity ... encouraged. And, that mad dash to the snow covered back garden lawn to roll around in the bracing cold; snow angels, of course. Photos were taken.
Those were the days. Champagne, of course. Also, Spritzers with the naturally bubbly spring waters from the spa at Baden-Baden, fortified with your choice of a rare D'yquem or a very old and dusty Trockenbeerenauslese.
The indoor pool was a popular destination. Heated of course. Nudity ... encouraged. And, that mad dash to the snow covered back garden lawn to roll around in the bracing cold; snow angels, of course. Photos were taken.
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