Did I ever tell you about that time OG called me under cover of the night and said “I’m just waiting on a friend” in a mysterious voice when I asked what was happening.

Never one to miss out on an Adventure with OG, I hopped out of bed, ran a comb across my head, and met OG outside Hofbräuhaus, When I rolled up, I almost had my 19th nervous breakdown. OG was standing there with Mick Jagger, Ronnie Wood, and Keith Richards. OG was wearing a vintage 1978 Rolling Stones t-shirt she bought in Katmandu. The Rolling Stones were wearing lederhosen.

Meanwhile, Mick was encouraging a goat to drink beer with a straw. Clearly I had missed out on a lot.

OG looked up at me and smiled her this-is-gonna-be-fun smile. I didn’t know what to do. Or say. I felt like Jumpin’ Jack Flash. Should I stay or should I go? But wild horses couldn’t drag me away from OG and what was about to unfold.

“Michael and the boys are going to give us a little concert as we walk around München,” OG said, and she gave me a wink. She called Mick by his full name.

“Let’s go, Birgit, darling,” said Mick. “I feel like a midnight rambler.”

“Oy. Why you callin’ her, Birgit, mate?” asked Keith. “She’s Gitti — the OG.” Mick nodded. And tugged at the goat. Ronnie didn’t say a thing. (He never does.)

“You can’t always get what you want,” Mick said with a smirk. “But OG gets what she needs.”

I was having an out-of-body experience. And I needed a little jolt to get moving. “Can’t you hear me knockin’?” OG asked as she rapped her knuckle on my forehead. With that, OG gestured for me to follow along as she got Keith to play Satisfaction on the accordion. Mick sang. And danced. I pulled the goat along behind.

OG had an idea that we should get the boys to do a little busking. In Munich you need a permit to play music on the streets, but OG was always up for an adventure. So we walked up to Marienplatz and OG put out a hat in front of The Rolling Stones (in lederhosen!) and they started playing. OG gathered up the crowd. “It’s the Rolling Stones,” she said. Some murmurs were that “that one guy looks a little like Keith Richards, but that guy who is trying to be Mick Jagger isn’t even close.”

Eventually the crowd got big because when Mick starting singing Sympathy for the Devil while Ronnie played the French horn and Keith played the accordion, it became clear they were the Stones. In lederhosen. When the police showed up, Keith sang, “PLEASED TO MEET YOU, HOPE YOU GUESSED MY NAME,” right into the officer’s face. That didn’t go over well. We were told to disperse. To leave.

OG piled all of us in her Bulli and drove us to the Englisher Garden, where we watched a heartrbreaker of a sunrise with The Rolling Stones. Who were wearing lederhosen. And had a goat.

And I had another Adventure with OG.

Bonus bit of music trivia: Mick is really saying OG and not Angie in this song. Misheard lyrics.