So first, a bit of catching up. Because I never published my New Year’s post, which is still currently sitting in the drafts folder half finished, and it’s useless now on Groundhog’s Day, I’ll bring you up to speed.
I went to Copenhagen and Stockholm with the parents to ring in 2016, came back to Hamburg and rounded out the semester, visited Frankfurt for my program’s midyear seminar, and have now performed five of 11 shows of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I start an internship next week at stern, a German news magazine, working for their online video team, then transitioning in May to their foreign news section to focus on the U.S. presidential election.
But what I really wanted to write about was the absolutely ridiculous day/night/schon wieder day I had yesterday/today. It started it off rather normal: laundry, cleaning my room. I went to try and buy hangers at the store, but they don’t sell cheap, plastic hangers in what I would consider a normal location here — you know, like pharmacies or larger grocery stores. They sold carpets at this supermarket, but not regular old hangers. Three wasted locations later and I was still empty handed. Anyway, I was so upset I couldn’t find any hangers that I bought myself chocolate milk instead and went home whining like a child.
Then the day proceeded as normal. I went to my make-up call at the theater and got ready to perform. Despite a loud audience full of “high school” students who didn’t understand 80 percent of the words and one particularly obnoxious kid popping his bubble gum for two hours, we put on a good show as always.
Our after show tradition continued with a visit to Roxie, our almost daily Stammtisch. After two rounds, a few of us decided the night was not over yet. We went to a gas station nearby — yes, a gas station — to purchase some Coke and things that go well with it. Then we needed a setting. Why not the costume cellar?
Thus a magnificent game was born. Once given a universe/theme by the other players, we each were challenged to come out dressed as a character. It was undoubtedly one of the most slapstick funny nights I’ve ever had. Oh, and the best of Britney Spears playlist blasted the whole time. It really does feel like one crazy dream.
Our creations are below. See if you can guess who we are.