White Trash

Last night there was another big CS meetup in Berlin, this week held at 'Die Turnhalle' bar. After eating and stocking up on cheap beer (0.60€ for a 500ml bottle) we arrived at the bar. It was a very swanky place and also a bit on the large size and as such the drink prices reflected this. So we decided to sit outside with our cheap drinks as it was a very mild evening for Berlin. A waiter came out a few times and complained at us for drinking out own drinks but didn't make us leave and kept clearing the empty bottles so we happily stayed there.

After chatting outside for a couple of hours one of the other CSers told us about a CS house party and invited us all along. We got the address of the place then myself and 4 others went with Ben to get a lift in his car to the party. Melissa called shotgun so the other 4 of us piled into the back with Laura having to lie across us.

We arrived at the address and met up with two other CSers as they got out of their taxi. The CSer who apparently knew the people at the party had not yet arrived but we somehow managed to get in. Upon entering the apartment it suddenly dawned on us that this wasn't a CS party and we were basically gate crashing. Still, the people there seemed friendly enough, there was a large guy wearing a long blonde wig and 'Herman the German' and also free beer in the fridge.

There was one random guy who seemed quite surly. As I was looking through a CD case to see if there was any good music to put on, he snatched it from me and said something angrily in German. I assumed it was his (although it probably wasn't) and resided to listening to the bad music that was playing. The surly German spent most of his time complaining at us all and then told us to leave despite it not actually being his apartment and the owners being cool with us being there. However, we left anyway as the party was a bit shite. This was of course not before Melissa grabbed us another beer each from the fridge.

Dan, Paul, Melissa and I got another lift with Ben to a club called white trash. Despite giving us a lift Ben didn't join us and decided to go home but we went in and stayed until 4:30am after which we walked to Dan's apartment and started watching the Full Monty. Dan quoted the film a little to much but with classics like 'Ay, not so bad thanks' 'Not so bad? That's not much of a chuffing SOS is it?' it's hard not to quote it. We left after a the first 20 minutes or so because we were so tired. I walked back to Alexanderplatz and got the U-Bahn home, trying to stay awake and not miss my stop.

I got back at 6:45am and the door to the apartment was locked and had to be let in. It took nearly 5 minutes before they buzzed me in and I'd obviously woken them up, I'm sure they'd be a lot more annoyed if I'd arrived an hour earlier though.