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So we walk around some more, she's realising that we will actually never delifer the drinks, and now we want to go on the bridge, but it's just fucking horrible, and now we get caught in a mouse trap made specially by people for people at the end of a blockaded bridge. "Bummer Dude!" I'm getting out of this meat mincer.
One hour later we are in heaven. We found a U Bahn and went directly to Love Parade's biggest competitor. Fuck Parade. Yah yah! Areeba! Some real hard fucking music here, too hard for most of the onlookers, but as far as we're concerned this gabba stuff is really going off. The DJ is definitely a genius. Too bad he doesn't write his name on his truck. The Fuck Parade is the only good thing about the Love Parade. Yay! Move up a few metres and there's Donna Summer's "I Need Love" and everybody really relates. (Maybe Dr Motte really has some psychic force.) Coolio. Get trapped in some "Wait for me, no we can't go now, we've got to wait for her, no, I didn't know that you were a French film-maker" drama. Finally escape and everyone manages to find eachother anyway.
We all go to my place for chill-out and refreshments. It's very important to relax for a few moments before going to the next thing because it's only eleven o'clock on Saturday night, and Love Stuff goes on All Weekend!! Okay, so Carmen is really the queen of What's On (I'm merely a princess) and she's all for the tunnel party at Gleisdreiecke (Kids - don't try this word at home).
Tilo calls wants to meet us somewhere else, so we go to the lovely Jazzanova party at Weinbergsweg Park. It's a super cool little bar in the middle of a park, and the temperature's hot and everyone's got their best party atmosphere moods and Whoo Hoo!! I really have my fourth dance of the weekend and charge around schmoozing and boozing with the French guy (thanks Stefan).
