Energy in the Park
Something, I actually went to last week but obviously didn't have time to boost about my adventures and at least now I had some time to digest and talk about the highlights only instead of bubbling on about every thing that happened.
First of all, Energy in the Park is a concert, which like the name suggests takes place on the beach near the Wannsee. Tickets were free (a major reason why I went), though when I say free you are ment to paint for car or bike or body or whatever happens to come to your mind. At least, that's when I arrived at the Energy-headquatre, which by the way is a radio station here that I can't recomend. apparently to get two tickets you had to do something very very crazy, but after standing in front of the desk, the woman decided correctly that I was an extraordinary nice girl and just wrote "Energy in the Park" on along my arms. Happily I went home, till I realised that I hadn't got away that lightly, because it was hell to get the writing off again.
The concert for which Kiel Steffi joined me was brilliant though. Started of with a light breez to become a complete nightmare of rain, which helped to complete my summery feelings even more and made "Fettes Brot" nearly fall into the water (it was a swimming stage on the lake). Actually one of the guys from OPM jumped into the water. Respect! Strangely the Balck Eyed Peas managed to maintain there position on the stage, which considering the amount of jumping and effort they put into thier performance was a miracle. But then it had stopped pissing down for a while.
Oh, and the absolut highlight was "Die Frima", who not only sang "Die Eine 2005" but also brought her with them, so now I know what I'll have to do to make a HipHop-star write nice songs for me and obviously marry me. Though I have to say that in that case a rather change my taste in music.
It's quite amazing that the concert went on for about 7 or 8 hours and we were stading the whole time. I wasn't that tired though, mainly probably because I've been dancing the whole way through and kicking the girl behind me. Don't think she was to pleased about it, since when I turned round to her: "Am I kicking you the whole time?" she just gave me a rather mortalising look. Oh well.
Right, that was my weekend. The whole concert only cost me 90 cents, by the way, and that was for the toilet! Oh and, of course, the money for the soap that I needed to get the paint from my arms again…