Naturally, after downing the two bottles of wine at the beach, we decided on our way home that we need a third, and then hung out with one of my roommates, a law student named Oliver (whose name I still hadn't figured out after a week of living with him, so I eventually found out by breaking into his room and looking through his wallet) and finished off that bottle of wine while preparing for a night on the town. I vaguely remembered a place offering 1 euro tequila shots the night before, so we headed there. It turns out that offer no longer applied, but with my wit fully lubricated by a bottle and a half of wine I talked the employee into extending the offer for us, so we grabbed a quick few shots and another beer before heading out. We were headed to a club called 2Rooms, which was supposedly a hip hop club re-opening that weekend. On the way, though, we decided to stop by yet ANOTHER bar. After ordering another beer, Sini and Oliver started talking politics and religion, so to drown them out I chilled with the employees (from Iraq and Afghanistan) and talked about music and other things that I've forgotten... And, as usual, this led to free shots (EXACTLY what we needed- Daniel taught me the dangerous skill of aqcuiring free shots at an increasing rate as I drink more). After all this, though, we must have had it SOMEWHAT together, because upon entry at the club we were given another free beer! As for the club, well; none of us really remember much of it. There were lights? And maybe music? I hung around for about an hour, and then lost Sini and Oliver and somehow meandered home- luckily they managed to do the same a few hours later (and Sini EVENTUALLY ended up back in my room ;) )
The next morning/early afternoon was filled with recovery and vows of not drinking again for a while....right. It was also the 850th Birthday of Munich Celebration, so we checked out some live music and other fun there. I had heard about an international breakdancing competition from someone I met in a Munich crew, so we stopped by for that. It turns out one of the crews was from San Franscisco, so we talked to them during a break, established how cool we were, and immediately got an offer to go clubbing with them. They asked us if we knew any hip hop clubs....the only club in Munich I'd heard hip hop associated with was 2Rooms (the elektro scene in Germany is absolutely oppressive), which I didn't remember at ALL from the night before, but it was close and we figured it had to be cool, so we suggested that and were seconded by another member of the competition who had heard the same. We agreed to meet there around 1.
Sini and I were of course late getting there (we were watching an AMAZING dance performance with fire spinners and people dancing vertically on church walls, dancing in large bowls of water and flying through the air, and also with a giant dancing metal lion!). So we get to the club and are easily let in and start to look around for our friends. We didn't see them anywhere, but we did see an AMAZING shirtless male pole dancer- this guy had obviously had some practice. He was springing off railing and spinning upside down down the pole, and doing other amazing moves. We wanted to ask him where he learned that (we're always on the lookout for a good male strip club), but he was also obviously on crack, because as soon as he hit the ground he was off like a squirrel, sprinting to the other side of the club. This also triggered something in my head, and I started to look around. At this point I realized that there were very few girls in the club. And very very many gay men. I point this out to Sini and we finally look at the screen and realize that it says "2Rooms: Sodom and Gomorrah"
Shit.
It was a gay club.
We had told an international alliance of badass bboys from San Francisco, Russia, and Scotland to meet us at a gay club.
We immediately ran outside so if we saw them we could stop them, but after they didn't show for a while we figured they had left earlier. Luckily one of them had my number, and we met them at a train station nearby. Apparently they had stopped by the club and the bouncers hadn't let them in (thank god!), but they were waiting for another crew anyway, so it was no loss. We waited for all the dancers to show up and then headed off to another club where someone had negotiated free entry for all of us. The club was amazing- the guys strolled in and took right over. After a few beers Sini and I were right in there dancing with the crews, and at some point I managed to not look embarrassing in a one on one mini dance-off with one of the San Francisco crew!
Around 5am we all headed off to the flat where the San Fran boys were staying...on the UBahn home they "made friends" with a giant Turkish guy who called himslef "Crazy Joseph" and started off belligerent but was soon tamed by their charm, and ended up in a push up contest on the UBahn. One of the crew also took the time to explain to him at one point the difference between breakdancing crews and the Bloods and Crips (Crazy Joseph was very curious about them)- he said "When you have a problem with the Bloods and Crips, you don't see each other again. That's the end for you. But us, when we got something going with someone, at the end we take what happened and say, ok, we'll see each other again the next week." Haha, the origin and spirit of BBoying captured in just a few almost coherent sentences.
We hung at their flat for a while with some vodka, rum and beer. At some point one of the other residents complained, but he came out to do this only wearing a shirt and some tight underwear, which no one could quite get past. The leader explained very maturely that we were not playing music or being excessively loud, and "god DAMN you don't have any trousers! You can't come out here with no trousers and tell our asses to be quiet!?!" and so forth... Just imagine this type of talk continuing to come from a breakdancer...infinite entertainment. (Incidentally, this guy's day job was teaching dance, and his two "Hustles" were the San Fran crew and Calligraphy!) I don't think I've ever been quite so amused in my life. We relocated to a room, and ended up talking until past 9am. We talked about EVERYTHING from philosophy to a whole conversation and lesson in breakdance "burns"- we mostly learned the "put your dick in their mouth" move. The explanation and critiques of this were quite amusing- "more extension! Is that how big your dick is?! Come on, put some power behind that!" I finally "had it right" when I practiced the move, and as one of the guys was trying to criticize/retaliate I said "Why are you talking? Why are you taking? There's a dick in your mouth!" (thank you, band, for making me comfortable saying that). After about four hours of this, we all passed out and slept until about 1pm. All the guys were great, and it turned out all from different crews in San Francisco, and they told us to come clubbing with them on weekends when we got back! (that's right- we now have ins with THREE breakdancing crews in San Francisco! Three of them were also in that movie BBoys that came out recently about breakdancing, which I've wanted to see forEVER!). Most importantly, though, Sini and I were fucking cool enough to chill with breakdancers from all over the world for 12 hours. Shiiit. (Oooh! And one of them even thought that *I* was a breakdancer....muah ha ha)
Our international breakdance friends!!!
You rock that hat, Sini
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