It was supposed to be a small drink up to farewell a friend from Germany.
Small, as in Samoan small.
So when the German lad was picked up he was warned, “There’s a problem; we bought too much beer for tonight.”
Not sure if it was the testosterone that led to the German lad’s reply or just bravado and dim memories of beer fests back in the home country, but the quick reply was “Too much beer? There is no such thing as too much beer.”
Some hours later, long story short.
Half of the beer untouched, one guest singing away, another passed out on a table, a few stayers still powering on and the German lad being carried out by his girlfriend.
A text the next morning summed it all up.
“I think I blacked out, I don’t remember half of the night.”
I guess there is such a thing as too much beer, when you’re in Samoa.