Partying Hard in Deutschland

Okay, maybe I didn’t quite party hard during my weekend in Germany, but clubbing until 6 am is way too rare for me these days.

So the adventure began when Christian, my Couchsurfing host, made it clear we would absolutely have to play beer pong. He had fallen in love with the game a few months prior while on a road trip through the U.S. and Canada. And who better to play it with than a real live American?

Our first problem was finding 20 plastic cups; I suggested we try Starbucks, the place I go when I need water, wifi, a bathroom, coffee, or anything else that sustains life.


Waiting for the subway after procuring said cups. Does he look happy or what?

And although “Four Germans, a Greek and an American” may sound like the start of a bad economic joke, it was in fact our beer pong crew.

Once we got back to the apartment, the room suddenly grew silent as everyone watched me arrange the beer pong cups into their customary pyramid shape. It was funny to me that they were interested in something so mundane to me; it was kind of like going to the zoo to watch someone brush their teeth.

Beer Pong

The best part of playing beer pong in Germany was we got to drink German beer instead of Miller Lite, Coors Lite, Bud Lite, or whatever ghastly American beer I’m normally forced to imbibe.

Beer Pong

And here’s an embarrassing fun fact – my team actually lost at beer pong. I landed almost every shot considering our make-shift ping pong table was about three-feet long, but still, we lost.

I’ll have you know it was by a very, very small margin. But really, there’s no excuse. I was a bad ambassador – losing was debatably unpatriotic.


The next night we headed to Cologne’s biggest house music club, the Bootshaus. And while I have partied mainly in very rhythmic countries like Chile, Argentina and Spain, the dancing in Germany was um… less fluid. And while going to a club stone-cold sober is generally akin to Chinese water torture for me, the terrible dancing made me feel at ease; I fit right in!



No night out clubbing is complete without some gratuitous selfies in the bathroom. Am I right or am I right?

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By 5:30 I was ready to call it quits, and figured I had stayed out long enough to still be considered fun. Christian was a little dismayed at the idea of leaving so early, and gently protested, “What if we compromise and leave at 6? In Germany sometimes we go home at noon.”

But this grandma had had enough, and out we walked into the deep snowdrifts searching for a taxi.

And even though we tucked in “early”, a good time was still had by all. The parts we remember, anyway.

Do you guys go to clubs when you’re traveling? And on a one to 10 scale how lame am I for turning in at 5:30 am? It’s okay, I can take it!

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About Ashley Fleckenstein

Ashley is a travel and lifestyle blogger who lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Since college she has au paired in Paris, backpacked the world solo, and lived in Uganda. Her work has been featured by Buzzfeed, Forbes, TripAdvisor, and Glamour Magazine.

14 thoughts on “Partying Hard in Deutschland”

    • I wish I would’ve known about Flunkyball when I was in Germany, it looks like so much fun! I think 5 is basically my limit… partying until the dawn is just a little too much for me, haha.

  1. It sounds like you had A LOT of fun! I’ve never played beer pong, so if you’re ever up for another round of multicultural drinking games – let me know! :)

  2. Ashley, you make me laugh. I am living as an expat mom in Germany and never get to see this fun side! Although I have to say, I do know that they can party, and late at that! Beer Pong with German beer=One hell of a hangover!!

  3. I rememeber playing beer pong in the States also. It’s a lot of fun.
    It really isn’t a good feeling leaving a club when the sun is shining. I try to avoid doing that, atleast on a regular basis. Nothing good happens after 4am anyway.

  4. You nailed the best thing about clubbing in Germany: the horrible dancing. There aren’t many places where I can go into any random club and never be the worst dancer there. In Germany, there are even clubs where I’m not one of the top ten worst dancers…

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