I'm a simple emigrant and I was at a German bachelorette party

In German, a bachelorette party and a bachelor party are called by one beautiful word: Junggesellinnenabschied (юнгезелиненабшид). But its planning is not a quick matter anyway, so among themselves they say JGA (йот-гэ-а), to avoid adding another month to the process. There were supposed to be many bridesmaids for our bride; some were traveling from other cities and countries. We met in Bavaria, and one of my trains was very late, but I purposely went there a day earlier, so it didn’t matter. On the day of the bachelorette we gathered near the bride’s apartment and agreed with the groom that he would escort her out of the house. At that moment we rushed in and surprised her: decorated the apartment, laid out a nice breakfast for everyone and greeted her with party poppers. We breakfasted immediately with champagne, and afterwards planned to go to the bridesmaids’ college town. We arrived at the station and, of course, Deutsche Bahn canceled our train. We had to wait three hours for the next one. We didn’t panic, but we knew that champagne at breakfast hadn’t exactly counted. We stood with the organizing group, deciding what to do. And we realized that we had just enough pregnant bridesmaids to take everyone away in three cars! We seated the girls, and the rest of us went with a friend who had drunk only a little; in Germany that’s possible if needed. While driving, we made a couple of stops on the highway. At one such parking lot there was idyll: truckers were eating their hot dogs, parents were counting whether all their children had peed and washed their hands, border guards were inspecting the minibus, turning over every bag, pocket and boot, and in the middle of all this we were a crowd of dressed-up, loud girls. And what, we laid a picnic on the tables and organized party games right there. We arrived, settled in. Initially we booked a party boat, but it was canceled at the last moment. And then we found ourselves a party tram! Or more precisely, just a tram. A friend invited some DJ friends; they had a friend with a tram. And with a light motion of ten hands we turned it into a club on rails. We rode around the city, laughed, danced, people outside the windows waved and shouted at us, and I bumped my head only once! Parts of the girls at this party were enough, but not for us. We went to a club. Many of us hadn’t been there for ages, so we were instantly swept up by all the romance of club characters. I won’t describe it—those who know, know. 😅 Almost nostalgic! And a little later, by fate’s coincidence, other brides and grooms and a couple of friends apparently arrived there right after the wedding. We, of course, congratulated them too. In the morning we had breakfast together, and I headed home. This time the trains arrived on time. And so I was riding a little bruised, but happy. I was already thinking I should throw something into my backpack, because a new adventure began at six in the morning the next day. An active life won’t just happen by itself! Have you ever been to German JGAs? #holidays #emigrant_happiness #curiosities