Things I've Learned in Berlin #2
- My hair is so tangled. While the dry air is a nice change from the humidity of Seattle, my hair is literally a rat's nest. I'll brush it and then two minutes later its in exactly the same tangled state.
- The club scene is insane. I never knew going out could get so weirdly wild. See an example below.
- Everyone is blunt. I love it. Nobody apologizes for running into you. You'll blatantly get stares from someone judging your clothes to checking you out.
- The PDA is nasty. Perhaps as a consequence of this straightforward culture, couples are very into touching each other in public. I've seen one too many people trying to slide into second base on the subway. It's uncomfortable...
- The men (and women too) are ridiculously attractive. It had to be said.
Graffiti of Rhianna on the women's bathroom door of a school I visited (This one is for you, Dad).
Pepsi Light, otherwise known as Diet Pepsi.
A small note about Berlin--graffiti is not looked down on but celebrated in the city. Case in point-- I found a mural of Rhianna on one of the girl's bathroom door at this school. I obviously had to take a photo for my dad because his love for Rhianna knows no bounds.
My weekend also exposed me to Berlin's clubbing scene AKA one of the weirdest experiences I've ever had. Friday night I went out with a few people, with no real intention of clubbing, but one of the people in my group heard about this underground club fairly close to our hostel so we decided to check it out. There's a bit of a line when we find the club. Our group split up into two and threes for maximum chance of all getting in. I had a guy in my group of three which the bouncer was wary of. The bouncer himself was this ginger bearded fellow in a beanie. He thought that the guy in my group looked "grumpy" and the bouncer claimed that he only allowed "magical people" into his club because it's a "magical place". I don't know how many drugs he was on. Regardless, I worked my charm and promised that I'd make sure his club stayed magical and we got in.
The venue was nice. It consisted of this giant warehouse surrounded by a garden with quite a few water installations. The warehouse itself was pretty raunchy. There were various rooms (one with a pole, one with a bed, a couple with lofts) that people floated in and out of. No photography was allowed in the club so unfortunately I have no evidence.
Drugs are a a very hard no for me so this club was only gaining strange points. The funniest part about this night had to have been the people we met. We hung out with a group of guys who were all thirty-somethings living in New York. Most of them had met at Yale together. They were all funny and obviously very well educated men. A couple guys were lawyers, one guy was a writer, etc. The writer was writing an article for GQ about the Berlin clubbing scene. He gave us the lowdown on the club we were at which was surprising to say the least. Apparently this club is a 72 hour non stop party of dancing, drugs, and debauchery. People are allowed to bring backpacks in with some essentials for this sole purpose (I thought it was strange that they were letting people bring in backpacks....). So yeah, that happened. Needless to say that night was an intriguing experience. I most definitely did not stay for 72 hours.