Sunday, May 19, 2013

Eine Unvergessliche Nacht in Berlin (An Unforgettable Night in Berlin)

Viktor dropped me off at the airport, and while he may say he’s a “camel,” storing up his reserves for the times when I’m gone, I could tell he was a little jealous, knowing that I would soon be partying with Tobias in Berlin.

I have my system down when it comes to international travel: I put on my Victoria’s Secret violet sweatsuit, eat a full evening meal, and then take a half an Ambien. It guarantees I’ll sleep for almost the entire flight, so I’m ready to rock ‘n roll when I land.

After a brief stop in Amsterdam (which holds painful memories of a break-up long ago), I landed in Berlin late on Friday morning.

Don't you love a man who indulges you in gifts in your favorite color?
Tobias picked me up at the airport bearing a dozen passionate purple tulips (don’t you love a man who indulges you in gifts in your favorite color?). I put on my Van Gogh Starry Night scarf around my head as he took me on a spin in his BMW convertible around this international city of 3.4 million people and the scene of one of the oldest celebrations in the world, the Karneval der Kulturen.

That afternoon, we grazed on food from all over the world and danced to the multi-cultural sounds of Berlin. The lawn in the center of the festival area was buzzing with acrobats, magicians, stilt-walkers, witches and wizards, while about 300 market stalls seduced us with fantastic culinary creations.

With nearly 800 musicians on four stages over the four-day festival, there’s something for everyone: from Reggae to the Tarantella, Flamenco to Samba.

Tobias tenderly held my hand as he led me through the rich and winding scene, a virtual treasure-trove of cultural expression with every sort of gift you could imagine.

But Tobias had already bought me a gift: an adorable Steiff bear with violet-tipped mohair and a note around its neck stating simply, “Ich bin dein… für immer” (“I am yours… for keeps”).

After a late afternoon nap, we headed out for the evening, and it’s a good thing we didn’t overdress, because Tobias led me to Berlin’s famous KitKatClub, where there’s an “undress” code. You shed most of your clothing upon entering!

I'm not sure what time we left the club. . . but we saw the sunrise the next morning.
The KitKatClub in Berlin, with its bar, lounge and throbbing discotheque makes the Kitty Cat Klub in Minneapolis look tame in comparison. We were there until the wee hours; I’m actually not sure exactly what time, except we saw the sunrise on our way back to the hotel…

Minneapolis lit the I-35 bridge in celebration of legalizing gay marriage
It was a wild place where literally anything goes and everyone is accepted – gay, transvestite, straight, whatever. Naturally, vaping my sleek black e-cigarette was accepted there. It was a colorful and fanciful fairyland that made me feel proud to be from Minneapolis, where we just became the 12th state in the U.S. to legalize gay marriage.

This was a microcosm of the world I want to live in – where everyone feels free to be who they really are – and I can be free to be my utmost vampiest!



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