Written on 19.10.10
First day in Berlin. It's 15:30pm and I just scraped myself out of bed. Matt and Will (Matts British roomate ... who's helping out with recording I guess.. used to play with Spaceman 3 and Spiritulized.. who knew?) gave me a proper Berlin welcome. We all went out to the bar and got pissed. The first place we went to is called 8mm. A small place, but really really cool. According to Will the bartender Mattias has the biggest and bestest collection of heavy metal T-shirts he's ever seen ha. A very very lovly Russian/German lady met up with us named Tereasa. Apparently she lived in Portland in 01 and 02 and used to work at Union Jacks.. yeah you know the place.. and if you don't the you don't need to. She's tall, blonde and has cheeck bones that'll cut ya. Beautiful. Everyones beautiful here... as I've said before. Anyway, we danced. At one point we got on stage and I let her lead me and we totally made up this one on the spot... jig like.. adorable routine, thing... hard to explain, guess you had to be there... everyone in the bar loved it though... I only wish I was in something cuter than my black jeans and army green sweater... next to her white fur coat I kind of faded a little bit haha
Will is convinced I'm Mexican. God damn it. I hate when people think I'm Mexican... no offense Seniors and Senioritas. When we finally did spill out of the bar Will was screaming YOU'RE MEXICAN! YOU HAD A MeXICAN MILK MAN! haha.. thanks Will. Oh yes and all the while he kept trying to hit me with this dried stack of posters....why? I think I kicked him... all in good fun though.. but he's British.. not like Huge Grant British.. like Snatch British.. a midlander... so revenge was needed I guess. Anyway, thank god for Matt taking care of us... and letting me use him as a shield from Will. He bought us all McDonalds, which we all attacked like a pack of wolves back at the place and went to bed. Yeah I know, McDonalds. eeeeew, but hey, I'm pretty proud of myself... it's the first time I've actually eaten fast food since I've been here. Passed out on the couch.. Matt must have put a blanket on me.. sometime in the middle of the night I stepped over Will, who was sleeping face first, opened mouth, on the floor.. which doesn't make any sense because he has a perfectly good bed.. but yeah, stepped over Will and made it to the fridge.. I was sooo thirsty.. like fire marshal bill lips thirsty.. I just wanted something cold.. all of the bottles were in German, so I just picked the open one.. huge mistake. Chicken broth. UUUGGGHHHH it makes the enzymes in my mouth get all pukey just thinking about it. Luckily I was in too much of a haze to really get that upset about it and just went to the sink. Will woke up a couple of hours later and opened one of the other bottles and hooked it up. A delicious sparkling apple cider.. thats the one, thats the one I needed. He was hyper for like an hour and sat chatting me up.. I kind of just wanted to tune him out and roll over.. but he's really funny so I tolerated it. Hi Will. He ate a bag of crisps I brought from London.. salt and vinegar, apparently not available in Germany. When he got up we noticed a bunch of smashed french frieds underneath him.. I love cuddling my McDonalds. Finally he went into his room and back to sleep. I got up, bothered Matt, got his keys and my lappy.. then went back to bed.
I am finally awake and out... I'm actually at an amazing little coffee shop down the way from the place.... they are playing Bob Dylan... perfect for my morning. They also have free WiFi, which my POS lappy can't connect to.. it has problems in German I've noticed.... you probably won't get this post until I get back to London (UPDATE: not true.) I oke up with a screaming headache and cramps.. yes cramps. Excellent. I walked to the chemist down the street.. no English... Oh the polite thing to do here is always ask if someone speaks English before just assuming and going into it. FYI. .. so I have... it's about 50/50 here. Well no English. All I wanted was some advil... I should have headed Matts warning and brought my own... in order to have her help me figure out what I wanted I grabbed a box of tampons, showed her while holding my stomach and making an "I'm hurt" face.... it worked... oh the power of body language. It worked, but she didn't have any.. but it's ok, did the same thing accross the street with success. Just waiting for that bad boy to kick in now...
This is a long one, but I think I enjoy writing most when I'm severly hung over.. it's like waking up with the giggles. Matt has to go to the sudio today and record all night with Antone and Will, so I am pretty much on my own (UPDATE: they didn't have to.. we went out and got stupid again) They live near a really busy alive street, so I should be fine...8mm is walkable. I love Berlin and I havn't even really seen it yet. I wish I had more than 6 days here. I am goig to go to the Pergamon Museum with Matt on one of his days off.. that's going to be sooooo f ing awesome. It's full of Ancient Egyption artifacts. Rad.
The End.
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