Friday, October 1, 2010
Inspiried by Disney. . .
Germany wow it's been a long time but i don't really remember it that well especially since i was a tiny kid when i was here last. Seeing the wall was incredible we walked the whole lengtht of it, it's really long and beautiful all the art is either really really cool or to off beat to really understand where they were coming from. Walking around Berlin was cool, emphasis on cool cold. But there was not frost on the cars. Yes i tell how cold it is by the frost because my homeostasis is not exactly normal so i look for outside sources when i can't tell. SO Berlin right time to find a club; we had to find one. IT was the mission we wanted to dance to crappy music until late in the night. We pregamed at the hostel (god help me that isn't my normal venacual but dear sister your words have sunk in and now i can't really think of a better and faster way of saying it) the hostel is basicaly like a socialist style prison. White walls white beeds weird pictures of unhappy children however the shower was so hot and pressure you forget how much you love to be at the end of a waterfall of searing water. Anyway we really had no idea where any of the clubs were but the bible said to go to certain ones. Our rommate decided he would come with us because we were cool. First club closed, a metal show just ended i know i would have loved it. Second club we find closed not even a sign outside. But on the way to the second club we heard the familiar sound of bass. So We follow and GOD FUCKING YES we find one and wouldn't you know it it's the matrix, a club which at the hostel they had cards to saying one free entry. HELL YEA!!!! we go in wrap our coats around us and dance. What's funny is people don't really dance as hard as we are used to. However we are more used to going to raves where everyone just dances crazy and with everyone, plus they are all really happy. So we are dancing and funny most every single song is american. I'm serious we as americans are so fucking entertaining we just spill over onto the rest of the world. We would have been destroyed out of pure spite if the rest of the world didn't find us so facinating. SO dancing is awesome for us, people their do the whole middle school dancing in groups things it's a little odd. I mean it's cool if that's your thing but come on dance have fun who cares. We get up on stage and everyone was apparently looking at us, shannon and i were oblivious because we were dancing so hard, But our swiss romey said it was weird. The club was tubular, but very drainging. i had my coat around my waste so every time i turned a little fast people thought i was trying to cop a feel. But i wasn't about to coat check my only coat. So we left after we were suficintly danced out. O i forgot we when we were fist walking around berlin we come upon this protest rally. Apparently they were for socialism, we think, but we also think that all the other people who wanted to say something decided they wanted to be their to. So as we are leaving we were taling about how many kids their were. I mean alot of kids, in the middle school almost high school ages. Like twenty kids and one adult, we saw maybe fifty groups like this. WEIRD. we figure it's a class wide trip, of many schools, of many many schools. On the the the leaving. we get on the train Amsterdam girls never emailed us back and sandra fell through so we left. WE are in Praha aka Prague the Czech Republic. I know i love it. We found a cheap hostel for ten E a night so we'll stay here to nights and book it to most likly Budapest. We are walking around shannon is telling me the story of every ann rice novel which is so very fitting as we walk by there huge gothic castles. I mean black towers black weather vanes black doors. It looks like the castle the my personaly favorite villain Malephosent lived in. Except no evil rose bushes. (yea roses are now evil and always will be). And as we are walking around we see an advertisment of snow white's queen selling lipstick. cool i know.
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