it’s one of our last nights of fashion week & we order weiner schnitzels the size of our heads at a swanky restaurant called borchardts. we head to our friend oli’s gallery where he has a pile of naked people writhing on the floor while he shoots photos of them & we watch through the window like window shoppers. A girl who resembles beth ditto starts to serenade us and mowgli joins in when he’d had enough vodka & red bulls. the evening starts exciting & we run in to a bunch of friends from los angeles at a vice party. it’s fourth of july but none of us remember to say anything & only really remember when we spot some dull sparklers. the vice party fades fast & we go to our friend’s bar that’s set under the trees, next to the river & below the stars. it feels as comfortable as our living room & we enjoy it that way, swinging on the giant sofa, playing in underwater projections, throwing rocks into the river, dancing & flailing to the beats. we end up at king size, sitting in the window seat singing lana del rey & shooting group photos outside near the railway in the sunrise. wonka makes us spaghetti for our last meal and we finally fall asleep until evening.
being fashion week, we finally make it to a fashion show. it is set up in a warehouse and the models have beards and it’s all very artsy and cool. after what feels like hundreds of beers, a grand group of us set off to where wonka and jimi blue are djing in the basement of a massive club. all of us are so hot and so sweaty but so happy & having way too much fun. there’s a hidden bottle of vodka behind the dj booth and we dip down to make drinks. at one point, i pull my hand out to find bright red blood dripping down my arm from a broken glass in the ice bucket, mowgli and i go to the bathroom to play doctor with papertowels and bathroom tissue. the rest of the night we spend perched on a speaker behind the brothers watching everyone dance and punch and sweat and flail. when the sun is up again we finally leave & we either go to jimi blue’s for more debauchery or we make it home…..
eat dark red cherries & drink champagne with tangerines floating in our glasses and leave for a rooftop location. but once we get up there it starts to storm. watch the lighting show before big fat drops fall on us and retire to the bar to dry off and figure our next move. have dinner at an asian inspired restaurant called dudu on the patio where the moisture in the air and the many green plants make for a tropical scene. grow impatient from sitting and anxious to dance, go to an interview magazine party that is stiff but open bar so we stay until we can hardly stand & that’s when we decide to go to the kit kat club, an infamous place every berliner has a wild story about. the colors & sounds are overwhelming and we laugh and talk in little circles. wonka’s little brother, jimi blue, has a bottle of jagermeister that everyone enjoys tipping straight to their lips. walking zombies, we go back to jimi blue’s house & stay up listening to music too loud and sunbathing on his balcony. sometime after 10am, a group of young girls bring all of us sandwiches & croissants and we enjoy them on the cab ride home.
next day because it’s raining, try to make it to a beer garden, but really go to our friend’s house to get high and watch youtube videos. go to the famous burgermeister, eat chilli burgers & drink beers on crates outside near the street. the night is gleaming and we’re always antsy to get started. find a party called hypergay & although there are hardly any gay people, there is really good music, penis shaped squirt guns filled with vodka, tons of dancing & lots of confetti which wonka keeps in his pocket to throw in the air as he pleases. in the bathroom there is glitter by the mirrors which everyone could apply & i did on my face and arms. our friend entertains us by talking to random people and climbing the faux trees decorating the bar. we get home in the morning, wonka makes us frozen pizzas and we pass out as the woman in the flat above us begins her daily violin lesson.
land just in time for the sun to start setting & parties to start. straight to some kind of culture magazine shindig stuffed on three floors of good looking & well dressed people. find our good friend wonka in the bathroom, which he’d made into a mini vip party. candle holder vodka shots & boys with their pants rolled up dipping their feet in the bathtub. after the beer & cups are gone we jump in to a big painted van & go to an outdoor/indoor bar, rock out to a band with a cool name & a beautiful mosh circle. then; the first time at a bar open till the wee hours, called kingsize. spend too much time in the bathroom taking photos & talking and laughing loud because the club is so full you can lift your feet and stay standing. end up starting a new party in the basement under the bar drinking tequila shots from the bottles and sitting on the crates and freezers. art was created, then we went home.