6.16.2003
Back from Luckau, which seems to be little more than a field 45 minutes outside of Berlin. The "contest" was pretty good, even though there were only a few contestants - Jussi Korrhonen, Juergen Horrwarth and Sascha Mueller put on quite a show during the final jam session. The audience seemed to like it, the crew (Tilman, Ralle, David Suhari, Andy Newchurch, Jan Werner, and then some) got drunk one last time, and I think it's safe to say that everybody involved had a good weekend.
This morning was a little off the charts though. I woke up with severely hurting limbs (my left elbow is fucked anyway, but now it's FUCKED), because at some point during the night (we were cruising back home on the "Sternenkrieger" our nightliner-of-choice) Tilman thought it would be a cool idea to give out some noogies. We ended up almost beating each other up for no apparent reason. I hate it when alcohol turns friends into brainless, aggressive idiots. So, now my right thigh is paralyzed, same goes for my right arm, and my left elbow feels like someone just squashed the metal in there. Friends - a great thing to have.
Don't forget wednesday - 5 to 6pm CET, NBC Giga TV or www.giga.de.
This morning was a little off the charts though. I woke up with severely hurting limbs (my left elbow is fucked anyway, but now it's FUCKED), because at some point during the night (we were cruising back home on the "Sternenkrieger" our nightliner-of-choice) Tilman thought it would be a cool idea to give out some noogies. We ended up almost beating each other up for no apparent reason. I hate it when alcohol turns friends into brainless, aggressive idiots. So, now my right thigh is paralyzed, same goes for my right arm, and my left elbow feels like someone just squashed the metal in there. Friends - a great thing to have.
Don't forget wednesday - 5 to 6pm CET, NBC Giga TV or www.giga.de.
