So last night a big group of us went to the Backstage, an alternative club in the West of Munich, not in Kunstpark Ost. People in the Keller have been telling me I should go the Backstage instead and it's a good thing I did. Insanity: my ideal song selection. Weezer, Rage, Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day, Cake. By the end of it all I was seriously afraid that I was going to drop dead on the floor. Dance clubs like these kill people like me.
It was so much fun that we didn't want to call it a night at 3:30, so we went over to Wolfgang's house and had martinis and shot the breeze until it was all of a sudden light outside. We piled back in the car, bleary-eyed, and took the Autobahn back to Munich. What an incredible morning which normal people would totally miss out on: open fields layered with fog filtering sunlight from the still-orange half-risen sun.
Okay, but the title of this entry does not refer to the grand discovery of the Backstage, which granted has now become my club of choice. I met an absolutely beautiful German girl this weekend (she was staying in Startlodge only for a few days) and we connected. She's into endurance sports and is training for a marathon, which means she basically danced everyone else into the ground, hardly breaking a sweat. And she's got a great personality which synched with mine. That's all I'm willing to say at the moment so you'll have to stay tuned for further details.
Posted by Alan at July 28, 2002 09:00 PM