January has really turned into party month. I’ve been on the piss every weekend and it aint about to let up.
As you know I was at Rollins last Friday and then on Saturday we hooked up with 2 other Aussie guys and their girlfriends. We all met through the internet, we had posted on various sites that we all were looking for people in the same situation, ie Aussie boy with German girlfriend in Berlin. The internet is such an awesome tool for trying to meet people. Sometimes it is really effective and other times I meet no one, my search for musically minded people is still continuing, but eh..never give up hope, there must be some other cool people out there.#
So anyway we went over to their place for a few drinks. I’m on the wine to try and reduce my Carb intake, thinking this will be an effective tool in reducing my drinking. How wrong I was. We brought along a bottle of white wine, I don’t really get into white, much more of a red man. Unfortunately the bottle turned out to be bloody delicious, so that disappeared rapidly, magically another one appears and it tastes good as well….diet plans are rapidly going out the window! Then the Corn chips arrive, it’s all over now..Carbs? What carbs????
After polishing off the wine it is now time to fulfil Ela’s wishes to go out and dance, it is her last week of being 29 and she needs to celebrate this, before she becomes in her eyes anyway..OLD! So we pile into the car and we are off to the other side of Berlin to visit the funniest club we know of. We call it the porno club because it looks like a set you would find in a porno movie. Large sunken dance floor surrounded by white leather couches and too much tacky fluro lighting. Tonight is Depeche Mode night so the girls are going off. We only got there at 2am so most of their really populare hits have already been played but there’s still a few beauties to be played that get me dancing.
However after about an hour the combination of wine and the smoke we had before we arrived are starting to take a toll on the boys. While the girls are dancing myself and Neville are slumped on the couch on what can only be described as “not a pretty sight”. The girls finally take pity on us about 3.30 and wake us up to go home. Life is rapidly restored to the system the moment you walk out into the blinding cold before the magic lure of Burger King and its bright lights lure us in for a magical late night meal. I have now broken every rule associated with my diet, but I’m happy and when I weighed myself on Monday it hadn’t had any major bad effects on my weight status.
A good night was had by all. The next day we met Neil and Donna for a wake up coffee and walk in the cold before settling in to Pizza and beer at a Rock Bar Ela had discovered the weel before. This delighted Neil and I endlessly, especially the Kiss pinball machine and Cinderella picture disc on the wall ensured we have found our new heaven.
Next weekend is Ela’s 30th birthday and we are having a party here. Should be a cracker, she’s more popular than I’ll ever be so the Duke/Paschke hotel has opened for business and the house will be packed. Looks like my diet is in for another battering.
