(This post is about last week. I’m lazy.)
A good friend of mine came over for three days and brought his girlfriend. We came to learn about each other probably three months ago; back then I wrote:
So, there are five guys here (and some girls), and one of them is resembling me so much it’s scary. Not only he already knows a few (german) internet projects I made (how is that possible?), but he also likes the films I like, shares the same attitude on life, is depressed as fuck and someone who you may actually talk to without hiding something. I should be very glad (as I was when I met the first “relatable” friend in my life), but instead I’m more like “okay, cool”. This makes me sad.
Also, a few weeks ago we agreed we’d fuck each other if he wasn’t in a relationship. But I don’t want to talk about that here.
Anyway, he came over and, of course, we didn’t knew what to do so we decided some food was needed. We went to the mall, came back, and sat down on the sofa and listened to Eurobeat.
The weather was doing pretty well, so we went to the mountains and did a pedal boat trip …
Originally us three wanted to go swimming on Wednesday. And although I don’t live in the United Kingdom, the weather’s still very often bad where I reside, so we made use of the sun on Wednesday and could go swimming on a rainy Thursday, as expected. It was fun, but I remembered I hate public swimming pools, especially when a lot of kids are there, screaming and shouting around like Britney Spears. I think this is what hell feels like.
Having been left exhausted, all we wanted to do is sit down on the sofa and listen to Eurobeat.
My not that significant other and his girlfriend left, and I immediately took the train to Kirchhain in Hesse where I met some friends I’ve known for years. Just upon exiting the train after four hours, we purchased very essential, needed things.
To my surprise, there were about ten people at the party I didn’t even know about and we had quite some fun hooking up a microphone to Ableton and adding effects to the chain, such as compressors or a vocoder which makes you sound like a perverted Dennis Hopper, trying to tell Keanu Reeves something about a bus and 50mph.
Then, pizza. Then, drugs.
Then, bed. Then, sofa. No Eurobeat.
But dimmed lights and Massive Attack.
The next day, only three of us ten were left, and since Kirchhain is an incredibly boring town, we headed for Marburg, which isn’t quite a metropolis, but a beautiful city. We went all the way up to the castle to get the terrible experience of taking the bus back to downtown, using a sickening route with uncountable hairpin turns.
After a quick round of Catan, Saturday flowed seamlessly into
morning where we took some dank photos.
Admittedly, I even had Eurobeat running while rushing through the mountains with a BMW. It’s incredibly fun but feels like a death trap, which it probably is. ↩