absinth and bitch breakfast

1:30 in the afternoon... sunday.

we are just wrapping up a weekend in berlin with our friend a.t. and his friend mike from madison. they got in later on friday, leaving us not too much time for anything else other than checking out the weekend night life here. in a word... wicked. miller had apparently spent a good deal of his "studying" time in berlin perusing the night streets, because he directed us to a killer part of town on both friday and saturday nights. friday put us in a 4-story graffitied grunge club, with a bar on the top floor and various ecclectic art galleries and haphazard jam sessions in the art studios on the floors below (picture 3 guitars, a 3-piece drumset, and a tenor sax, smoke-filled room, fifth of vodka at everyones hip... like it was taken from a book)

last night ended at seven. yikes. we started the evening in potsdamer platz at the Sony Center-- this a part of town where all the architecture and commerce is post '89. after a traditional german meal (yes from a brewery, yes with a bock beer. the picture is amazing) we went from hookah bar to a foosball bar to an absinth bar to a dance club until 6am. the music was a pretty awful mix with a few decent tunes thrown in the mix (think high school dance... YMCA and all). got to chatting with a few locals in the trainstation at 6am, and got invited to breakfast. which i later learned was (some german word for) a bitchbreakfast- i.e. coffee and cigarettes (minus the nicotine in my case)

ok a.t.'s getting anxious to do some tourist stuff in this town before we head to hamburg tonight. hamburg until thursday, then amsterdam until flights out on sunday.

i love europe.