Flirtations, drama and a rain of red roses …

or: How an evening can be arranged more dramatically than by interpreting the classics – wonderful

It’s a whole month ago that I put on my lashes and prepared my real hair wig, that the choice of my outfit drove me crazy and that I had wonderful performances, great conversations, a little bit of rock’n’roll and above all that I enjoyed the Berlin night-life. The world is sad enough and the news show horrible pictures of the poorests’ catastrophy in Haiti … but nevertheless … it’s still the same … In times of the deepest depression nobody should bury his head in the sand. Therefore, I ask you in this place to give a little bit for charity which is not for salving your conscience or being used as an alibi. It is simply the best possibility of giving something to those who need it badly … Thank you!

However, last night in the “Irrenhouse” was somehow most agreeable. The reasons for this were perhaps the absolutely classic show events or simply the fact that I got so many compliments for my self-assured style. Or maybe it was so relaxing, because it wasn’t crowded although people were queuing up. Another reason could also be the wellness oasis installed in the “Irrenhouse”. Each visitor could get the missing UV rays synthetically … Nina treated her friends to a round of sun to take away … And the sun constitutes the wonderful hormone of happiness … so everybody was lucky! … Ok, almost everybody. Brigitte once again overdid enjoying the sun. Lying on the sun bed all day might have bad consequences. All the make-up doesn’t help … The UV rays get through every layer of the expensive make-up.

But let me tell you about the extremely exhausting way to the “Irrenhouse”.  Even with solid shoes or winter tyres the streets and pavements represent a real challenge. But folks, try strutting over this “winter fairy-tale” on high heels of 14 cm! The steps of the long legs usually being so safe waste away into short wobbly mincing steps being very much like a nun on her way to self-chastisement. And somehow I felt like this. Questions about the reasons for taking on all this couldn’t be answered at the moment, because we all were working on not to skid off the bend. God, what intricate manoeuvring. And what shall I say … of course, it happened. An unbelievable painful sun, two light seconds, resembling a bird that has just been kicked off the nest. But none of us on high heels was the flying bird, but a visitor directly in front of us wearing the supposedly safe footwear. Once again an impressive proof of the wise saying: nothing ventured, nothing gained …

Four felt hours later we reached the safe vehicle which didn’t take us home but directly to the HOME OF CHICKENDINGERDS either with barbecue or curry sauce as desired. At this point I’d like to start the discussion whether the choice of the sauce reveals your sexual inclination: curry sauce for homosexuality, barbecue sauce for heterosexuality. Now I’m keen to know your lapse of taste.  …  What do you fancy?

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