Yup. It needs to happen. Less time spent endlessly analysing one's life over and over again until it all seems meaningless (like when you say your name out loud over and over) and more time spent choreographing. Thanks to Mark who, however briefly, went along with the impromtu routine I started about 3 a.m on Saturday morning. Note to self, simply screaming "MAAARK!!! DAAAAANCE ROUTIIIINE!!! NOOOOOW!!!" and sort of repeatingly bashing him with your shoulder so that he roughly follows the direction of the moves you're doing is not exactly "being a choreographer".
Speaking of Friday night though, it was freaking awesome. We all (literally, ALL. Was there anyone I know that wasn't there? And if so, why the hell weren't you?) went to Kleine Reise, which is fast becoming one of my favourite places in Berlin. It's a really good size, has speakers in the toilets and is run by some really nice boys. Plus, pretty much everyone there is Irish which means PEOPLE TALK TO YOU IN THE QUEUE FOR THE TOILETS/CLOAKROOM/BAR and YOU CAN GET AS DRUNK AS YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE. Victory in our time.
Another awesome piece of news was told to me on Friday night by a lovely Texan (at least I think she was Texan. God love her, I think I was incoherently rambling on and on at her for hours. Thank you, whoever you were, for not punching me right in the face. I would have done.) and that is that another Mexican place is opening on Skalitzer Strasse 81 (or has opened. Details hazy...). Better still, it's an extension of Maria Bonita which I have previously ranted and raved about. Oh I am going to go there soon and eat lots of things and drink beer and be HAPPY.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go eat some waffles in Kauf Dich Gluecklich. Happy Sunday!