01 Mai 2010; 15.23: At 3.23pm I was enjoying the melodious tunes of my all time favourite band, The Beatles when I passed a sunglass shop using their likeness to sell Ray-Bans. As someone who loves Ray-Bans almost equally to my love of The Beatles (slight exaggeration), I was quite pleased. Now at 5.23am I have just returned home and have the loud beats of house/trance/electro/techno/whateverthefickyouwanttocallitbecauseitsallthesame pounding in my head. It wasn’t my first experience in a Real European Club, but they never cease to be interesting. I’m a Brit indie rock girl. I will never understand how people can tell the difference from what I see as four hours of the same song. A stranger called me “so American” because I can’t “appreciate” electronic music. Hey, if that makes me American, fine. I’ll take it.
Challenge of the Day: I have nothing against dogs, per se. What I do have something against is lack of leash laws. I’m sorry I screamed when I noticed your dog bolting straight for me with his teeth showing. Saying “it’s just a small animal” (in German) doesn’t help anything, either. Sure he’s small, but when Wishbone’s newest story is about the time he bit my ankle clear off, we’re going to have some problems, old man.
German Word of the Day: Kopfschmerzen - headache, what I have right now from the club and also from trying to pronounce “Kopfschmerzen.”
