Operation Ranch Hand Our two adorable friends are packed and ready to go to Berlin to escape all the hedonism, failed potential and resolution-bullying of New Year's for the drinking, anticlimax and public discipline of Silvester And they say it's hard to find role models at the paper store! Some four-ounce steaks in plastic and Bourne adventures in the back of a chair later, we enjoy a nice welcoming meal at Baraka, with all the Britishes we could find Gettin' festive with Ben, Jacinta and der Hirsch The children could hardly wait to burst into the room Throwing a bottle rocket in the air after cooking it for a few seconds grants it a bit more azimuth. With some luck, you can illuminate or even strike a passing U-Bahn car 24:00!!!!!! The two foremost theatre directors in town Anna Arash, seeing that all the balloons we taped to the walls looked like sagging mammaries, found a certain relish in 'lifting' the problem Sebastian was a bit full Who among us is not haunted by the promise of the Gilded Glass? Envy can break the spell as can Seb's here-we-go-lads grin check out the Nathan Barley spectacle of it all: a wasp-waisted lord on the night wearing a gas mask In order to hang with the gothics, we had to take off our argyle sweaters and lose whatever rhythm our land had tried to invest in us. Easily done Arash's intervention turns a potential TechnoViking into a mere Gimp That great and omnipotent Mecca, that litmus of all Berlin ventures -- that Baghdad Bistro! (Arash overdosed on their döners after about a week) tourist readiness checks
The Dom! Until victory! |
