With Kate Bush on the stereo and spätiwine circulating in the blood, we fired up Saturday night. Near Ostkreuz is a club in an old house, Renate. We'd wanted to go for ages but never gotten around to it, so Saturday we met up with Chris and got in. It was crazy: lots of weird details and rooms to explore, and a band was playing in the basement. But the people were strange. Strangely uncool, strangely uninteresting. So we ended up in a room with neon powder and went a little crazy with that, somewhat disappointed in the place...
In the apartment, we found glasses in the shelves...
AnCa woke up covered in fluorescent powder. And I still have some left on my white shoes today...
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