At the weekends I enjoy going out for parties. I´m not talking about this "come-around-have-a-beer"-kind of parties. I mean going to clubs, have a nice time and listen to some music.
During the Easter-days I went home to see my family (so I told them) and maybe (what I really expected to do) going to the clubs. I came to Dresden and had to do all this boring holiday-family-stuff. Saturday after dinner I went to a mate of mine, just to get in the right mood. The club we´ve chosen for this night usually opens at 11.00pm, so it would be ridiculous to come around till 1.00am. Due to the fact the none of us had a valid drivers-license we had to catch the train.
At the trainstation we went to a BurgerKing to get some coffee and burgers. After our midnight-meal we bought a beer and had to hurry to catch the tram.
We missed it. So we had to wait.
We were standing around, when this guy came up to us. I was realizing: Oh my friend, you took too much from the white powder.
This guy, maybe 27 or 28 stood in front of us and asked: "Wo hier Party?!"
Due to I am kind and pretty communicative I told him with a smile:
"Im Kindergarten hat man uns beigebracht, im ganzen Satz zu sprechen."
I don´t think, that my answer really satisfied him. He started yelling at me and get kind of aggressive. He kept a bottle in his hand and I didn´t want to get some glass in my face, so we tried to calm him down. But he was still aggressive, yelled, tried to push us away.
After a while he put the bottle down and I kicked it out of his hand. I don´t wanted to provoke him. But I didn´t want him to get in trouble.
It is to be said that you can turn your back to a man,
but you never should turn your back to a drug.
We tried to get this situation controlled. All of sudden our drug-influenced friend held a small bottle of "Bionade" in his hand. Damn, not again! We stand close to the street, so I tried to get away from it, just in case this guy freaks out. I get away from the street, and again we attempt to calm him down. This prick was still yelling and moving like a Duracell-Rabbit. We talked to him, very nice, just to get out of this uncomfortable situation.
It didn´t take more than two minutes. I kept thinking all the time: if I get a cut or a black eye I couldn´t show up at the party. This were my only concerns. Our victim suddenly tried to give me a punch with his head. I could avoid him and pushed this unfriendly opponent away. Fortuneately some friends of mine came by and started talking to that guy, to get me out of this whole thing. Finally our tram came and we went to the club. This drug-victim too. I had a little chat with the bouncer, a mate of mine, and told him to have a look on this prick.
It was still pretty early this night, so I went to the bar to get another beer.
There I met two friends of mine. Friends I never had expected at this club, because either they only listen to HipHop or they never leave their desk to go out.
I had to tell them the story, I didn´t even finish, this bastard was sneaking around the club. I didn´t care. It seemed, that he calmed down.
This party we went to, was an anniversary-party of a local drum-and-bass-website.
During the past weeks, you could vote for one out of ten DJs. They didn´t mention the DJs names, there were only ten sets with five records each. The winning DJs had to play these records during their sets at this evening. My favourites weren´t choosen.
The mainact, e-decay from Manheim, had been the only "artist" with a name on the flyer.
Oh! Flyer! If you made the flyer to a little skulpture,
you would get a surprisingly surprising surprise - a muffin.
But hey! They were delicious, with a nice smiley on it.
Due to democracy failed again, the music was kind of jungle mixed up with some drum-and-bass records. But we didn´t get bored, because there were many friends of mine and so we had lots of fun.
Something is still in my mind. One of my friends, a nice girl, has a boyfriend, who is an complete idiot. We were at the same primary-school, I know what I´m talking about.
His elder brother, a mate of mine too, also wanted this girl some months ago.
After two beers, I thought it was a good idea to visit the local facilities. The men´s room.
Therein, all of sudden I heard this girl saying:
"Nein, ich kann das hier irgendwie nicht"
and this guy started discussing with her, at the men´s room. I almost had to laugh my ass of.
As I mentioned, I am pretty communicative, so immediately I had to tell it everybody.
The poor girl. During the evening it was a running-gag telling her:
"Hey, Ich kann das hier irgendwie nicht".
She was seriously pissed of, and since this night, she don´t talk to me anymore.
I´ve pity on her, but I think it was worth it.
The hours went by and the pretty DJane finished her jungle-set.
This drug-victim from the early evening was slacking. He sat in a corner. What a fucked-up party-night! Taking drugs, getting on my nerves, going to a club and...NOTHING. What a loser.
Next DJ! Yeeha! After all this lame 160bpm-stuff we wanted it faster, harder, better, stronger. We shouldn´t get dissapointed. Five o´clock, at last all the good records. Now the party gets started. My Dresden-mates were freaking out. A yelling, jumping, "dancing" mob on the floor, no time to breathe, or to get a RedBull or anything like that.
In my point of view THIS is my paradise.
I went to partys in Berlin, Prag, Rotterdam, Hamburg, Bern, Leipzig and some other places. NOWHERE the crowd is partying like here. Once in Berlin they asked us: "Hey, wie macht ihr das?! Wie könnt ihr nur so abgehen?!"
When we left the club it was already light outside. Snowflakes were falling. I never before left a party while it was light and snowing at the same time. A new impression. The snow covered all the dirt and broken glass. Everything were peaceful.A virgin day.
I didn´t want my parents to see me exhausted after party, besides I wanted to travel to Nürnberg the same day. So I planed to get home to Leipzig after party. My luggage was still at the trainstation. So I had to hurry to catch the second train home. Me and most of my friends went to the Tram-Stop and still had some fun in the tram.
I get my luggage, bought a coffee and a sunday-newspaper and went to the train, where I fell asleep.
At 9.00 am I arrived at Leipzig CentralStation, thirty minutes later at home.
I fed my cat, took a shower and went to bed.
Only two hours later, one of my flat-mates woke me up, yelling: "Hey Jo! Lass uns Frühstücken gehen".
I would have hurt him pretty seriously, if I hadn´t been so tired.
Coming up next, the same stuff in Leipzig
