i took a train (Bahn) there, and at the station (Bahnhof), there was one of those cool signs where the words spin around really fast. The picture is not that exciting, because you can't see it spinning nor hear it clacking.
i met up with my friend Anna. Here is a picture of us, in which i look very terrible (it's hard for me to concentrate on looking presentable while taking the picture--that's too much for my simple brain). At least Anna looks nice (sieht schön aus).
In the Bahnhof, there was a two-story McDonald's. The upstairs was kind of swanky with leather chairs and stuff. For some reason, i found this funny (ich fand es lustig), so here's a picture of it.
Despite my hatred of McDonald's, we had some time to kill and i was extremely curious (neugierig). We got a cookie and coffee in there, which looked like this (note the real plate/cup):
At the show... The Dirty Projectors are even more amazing than their recordings. here is a picture of me with the bass player.
Then, Beirut played and rocked out in a different way. While their songs weren't nearly as compositionally/rhythmically exciting, the instrumentation was slammin. At one point, there were three ukes going simultaneously. here's a crappy picture of that!
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So was the 18th century a particuarly meaningful time for German gay pride? What's with those costumes? You're not seeing a lot of that in West Hollywood...
i thought i posted a response here, but blogger is misbehaving!
normally i don't comment on my own blogs, but in this case, i just wanted to say that Mel is NOT crazy--for some reason when i posted this entry, it ate my previous blog about a gay pride parade.
And to answer the question, i think they just like to get dandified.
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