Wednesday, September 30, 2009

from Lita Ford to Aileen Wuornos in one night

The essence of being idle
I'm sick and cranky and totally out of everything that's happening in the world. I've only been looking like Aileen Wuornos, slacking off like K-Fed, watching Weeds, Dexter, Californication and the Office, and loving it. I've been gathering my strength, getting inspired.

I know I couldn't go on like this forever, lying in bed watching tv, eating apples and breath mints. I'm already getting sore from all the lying down. But god, was it boring to be sick when I was a kid, when there were only 4 tv-channels and no internet! There was no free tv online, I had to watch reruns of Saved By The Bell and quiz shows all day. And I had especially bad immunity, so I was sick like every month. To a kid, being off school could have been so much cooler. These days its so easy to be sick with all this passive activity around to keep yourself entertained.

Here's how it all started, after a night playing a virtual rocker, and going out. When you go out too much, you can catch a cold.

Cuban dinner

We started off in Varadero, on Vorbergstrasse 11, Schöneberg, where they serve the best Latin American food I've been able to find in Europe and authentic Cuban Mojitos. It's small and cosy, customers have filled the walls with tags, and the personnel is cute and salute you in Spanish. I especially recommend the fish, Nachos con queso, or Tamal. All dishes are generous and delicious, we're even concidering flying the chef to Finland for our wedding next year. :) If you wanna try out a cuban night in Schöneberg, you can get to Varadero with the U7 (stop: Eisenacherstrasse).

Laundry of my first part of the day: shirt Motivi, top JC, leggins Ginatricot, necklace Youth vs. Future, bracelets from the Marina in Lahti, Finland (oh shit, I can't remember the maker, I've lost the card!).

This is the closest I've gotten to my Mexican mother-in-law's tamales (the big corn-loaf) and pollo con mole (chicken in gravy). Please don't behead me as a total racist prick, but Cuban reminds me alot of Mexican food, and I love it all.

Band-practice-theme party with Guitar Hero

We had leather, lace, plastic instruments and a bit too much fun.

I was going for 'Courtney Love' but as usual I turned out as something like 'Lita Ford'. I'm not sure that's a bad thing, though. I seemed to have some really rosy image of Courtney from 20 years ago, when she was just grunge and not yet totally gross. Now all of her pictures I googled were so gross I don't wanna put them here. I did feel like her when I woke up the next morning.

Lita is hot.

Ina (left) was not informed of the dresscode, (oops), so to keep her from being all Bridget Jones, we gathered her a little Axl Rose-inspired outfit.

Blues brothers.

Rene with his groupies.

We had the supplies: wine from Chile (I mean Lidl), refreshments, Guitar Hero, and a head.

On the way to White Trash we saw our own model-boy posing for Converse on Rosa Luxenbour-Platz! Recognize him?

We're so proud!

In White Trash:

It was dark and grainy, and I mostly stayed out of the conversation, thinking I will get more out of it if I take pictures. It's true since I really can't remember much.

Laundry of my latter part of the night: the pink dress I bought for a neon party from Ginatricot; lace top from Motivi; ribbon from Ina's birthday present attached with a pin; necklaces Six and H&M; earrings from the time my sis and I loved Madonna; bracelet combination from Motivi, my sisters old 90's accessories, and fleamarket in Boxhagenerplatz.

The beauty of the morning after:

Friday, September 25, 2009

it's a nice day for a white wedding

Fall is coming to Berlin, and as beautiful as it is outside, you can't keep us away from our new Guitar hero! That's what's been keeping us occupied whenever we have time to be home. Rene got a bit carried away - again - and bought like 4 different games and all the instruments, some twice. So anytime you're around this city and wanna jam, get a bottle of Jack and give us a holler!

Occasionally I do also go out (and not come home til morning only to die slowly at work the next day). On Wednesday we went for some drinks after work, and ended up spontaniously to Ballhaus Mitte, to the Broken Hearts club. I got all inspired with the kitchy wedding theme, that had made everyone dress up to vintage wedding dresses. My fave is the Courtney Love-wannabe. Next summer we need to gather all the paper mobiles with bells and angels that the shops withhold, 'cos we're getting married! And you may have noticed how much into themeparties (and tacky stuff) I am, and I think we found our theme...

Falltime in the hood

The guys of Golden gate club are renovating for winter. I hope they don't have to close the club again, 'cos I hear they occasionally it gets shut down by the city.

Jammin', rockin' and slappin the bass

Anton, my nephew, has the attitude and the outfit.

I really don't know if auntie has the attitude or the outfit, though. This is how I imagine a proper person would go to a job interview or for crayfish dinner with my mom's Finnish-Swedish friends. I need to work on the outfit for our next jamming session. Laundry of the day: overall - Ato, top - JC, belt - Vanzetti, bracelets - somewhere in India and Boxhagenerplatz, Berlin, headband - from my hands and heart.

Failed on easy. Lol.

A night out at Tacheles and The broken hearts club in Ballhaus Mitte

Lovers in the bathtub (bath foam smelled like Mango Colada).


This is so me next summer! Pick your favorite too!

For the groom I would choose this one. Wait...who is he calling?

No answer.