Dance Dance Dance

Bitte. This is going to be long. I'll do it in more than one shift; I'll write it all now but post in chunks, to dilute the cruelty. I'm at Hannah's right now postin, borowing internet. 

Part 1

                On the 6th we went to a posh open-air "classic" pop concert called Dance Dance Dance in Gendarmenmarkt. The tickets (paid for by the program) cost a pretty penny, so it wasn't surprising that the people there where dressed up, though some like us were...not so dressed up. I had been expecting classical music, so the showtunes and orchestral renditions of songs everyone has heard over a million time where not really what I had set my heart on. It was a matter of if I had wanted to see Broadway I can go to Broadway, and also the lady who was singing was much better in the one more operatic piece, her training was simply not suitable for the show. The dancing was okay though, modern, break, and ballet from the Болшой Театр.

                The next day I thought I was meeting up with my friend Dasha from Moscow because i had gotten the days confused, but in the evening we (Hannah, Maria, Nina, Mike, Marcel, Ruben, Laura und Rosie) went to a the club "Fritz". I met with them in Tierpark and left my sleeping bag in Hannah's room because I knew I wouldn't want to head back alone. In my head it still sounds like a combination of 'frisky' and 'ritzy' but that's just me. They had gone there the weekend before when we had gone to the open air movie, and Maria had met some guy there that she liked had been obsessing over for the entire week. Last time some of the Alabama kids where there and a couple of them where being really racist and sexist, but this time the company was better and Maria was excited and nervous. We split up because they don't like letting in giant groups of English speakers, showed our id's, paid the 7 euro and went it. There were three dance-floors, one with somewhat slow music, one with standard mostly-American music and one that was more punk. We danced a bit and bobbed around from room to room, the composition of men was strange; we'd take breaks in the outside-room. The guy Maria was looking for was, quite bizarrely, actually there; looking for her too. Some more people from the program came, including one guy who was a previously mentioned sexist racist bastard, and Robin from Alabama who on one hand realizes that what he does isn’t right, but on the other hand excuses him by saying he was drunk, and danced with him. We left around 4am. Nina, Hannah and I walking around the platform away from the, as Nina called them, "monkeys" that followed us around (I was glad I wasn't going home alone.) We finally got to bed by 5am.