Montag, 28. Juni 2010

Flip flopping.

I love summer in Berlin for many reasons. I have spent most of today flip flopping around in flip flops (well, not really flip flops. I hate flips flops, but like how the word sounds. I'm mad for a bit of onomatopoeia, me. They're just sandals, really. Or "jandals" as my New Zealand friend inexplicably refers to them) as I had loads of classes cancelled (another reason I love summer, the kids' desire to learn is wilting like a wilting thing). I did lots of nice things like enjoy the sun and drink a refreshing Club Mate by the canal with New York Giulia and generally wonder at the loveliness of Berlin in Sommer.

Enjoy it Leute, for it is wonderous.

Sonntag, 27. Juni 2010

SOMMER IST DA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Endlich. And with it comes a whole host of pros and cons. Mainly pros. I love Berlin in the summer, but I swear to God they lie when they say the buses are klimatisiert. Particualy in Spandau. I have sweated more in my life on the buses in Spandau than I have in any gym. Gross, gross, gross. But then it is Spandau, so I don't know what I'm expecting.

But oh the pros! The biggie is the weather, obviously, and I just checked and it's going to be like this for ten days at least! Oh the joy and wonder of an Irish girl looking at a forecast that states "chance of precipitation: 0%". La, la, la and LA. I am going to wear shorts today.

Scrap the shorts, I just tried them on and they are too scandalous for non-holiday wear. Seriously, I looked like the Gaga, which is all very well but time and place and all that and a Sunday afternoon helping the boyfriend move house is neither the time nor place for Gaga-emulation. Summer dress it is. Nope, not dress, different shorts. More floral, less Gaga.

Jesus Christ, I need to leave the house. This post has descended into nothing more that me babbling about outfit changes. Sorry. It may be sunny, but I seem to retain the unfailing abilty to digress and dress inappropriately. Sigh.

Dienstag, 15. Juni 2010

101 Posts.

It would appear that my posts, much like the dalmatians, now number 101. Hurrah!! And my readers are now in double figures which is most gratifying for a blog which is largely unreliable, verbose and pointless. In the spirit of this milestone, however, I shall here by deliver a post that actually corresponds to this blog's actual supposed purpose. Namely, what to do when you're BROKE IN BERLIN.

EINS. Revel in the fact that everywhere, from bars to bakeries, has somehow managed to set up a big screen for the WELTMEISTERSCHAFT (yet another German word it is impossible to pronounce without SHOUTING). I have yet to see any matches as a) I am not a fan of sports, as such, anf b) I am piss-lazy but it looks mighty fun. I figure if I do decide to get involved I'm going to eschew paying for overpriced beer at some swanky Biergarten and just rock up to my local spaeti. I don't know the Turkish for "oh, you have a vagina ergo I won't even bother explaining the off-side rule to you" so there's a lot less chance I have punched someone in the face by half-time.

ZWEI. Go on one of the New Berlin free tours. Yes, even if you live here. Yes, even if you think Chris Sandeman is an evil shithead. I am about to drag my cousin, my cousin's boyfriend, my sister and my boyfriend on one on Saturday and oh boy, are we going to have fun. Don't forget to tip as a) the guide has to pay a few euros to the company for every tourist they take on their tours and b) they are really good. You will feel informed and exercised, and so are justified in spending the rest of the evening in the best state of being, smug drunkeness.

DREI. Go for an evening stroll around the canal. I did and I feel damned good for it.

That's all for post 101, I know that you know it's been chock-a-block with interesting and relevant facts and snippets, spread the word lovely people.

Samstag, 12. Juni 2010

So I haven't had time for blogging... I've been busy running around being a productive and contributive member of German society for weeks on end.

Well, no, obviously not. But I have managed a impressive number of feats, almost entirely without trying. Take yesterday, for example when I literally scraped my nail down a blackboard (by accident, obviously. It will seriously make you want to throw up) AND somehow stood on a tomato on the U Bahn steps, making it violently explode all up the back of my leg. Thursday was equally brilliant, the highlight being the clump of unclaimed blonde hair I found on the floor after a cutting and pasting session with twelve five-year-olds.

On Wednesday though I did go to the KRANKENHAUS (which is word that must always we spoken at a slightly higher decibel level) as I desperately needed some antibiotics at night. And for something that I had envisioned being awful it was incredibly pleasant. Everyone I met was super nice and helpful and it was no problem at all that I didn't have my EHIC card, a Krankenkasse card, or in fact any form of I.D at all. I have yet to receive the bill, to be fair, but in terms of people being kind and nice and understanding it was right up there with....I cannot think of a single example here in Berlin. Not that I don't LOVE Berlin but a bit of a smile wouldn't kill them, is all I'm saying. Speaking of which, if you're reading this, please join my campaign MAKE THE BUS DRIVERS OF BERLIN NOT SUCH A MISERABLE SHOWER OF FUCKS. All you have to do is greet them with a warm smile when you get on the bus and REFUSE TO BE ABASHED WHEN THEY GLARE AT YOU. There is only so long even a Berlin bus driver can glare at a continually smiling visage without feeling like a dick. VIVE LA REVOLUTION!!!