Cold, Cold Water

While some ambitious bloggers were driving traffic somewhere yesterday, I was flat out in the sun with CSS blasting—’Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex’ is still ridiculous. Then I went swimming and froze my ass off in water that should not have been that cold.

We ended up at this overpriced Mexican place that somehow felt like being on vacation. I ate way too many fried noodles with vegetables and salad. The waitress was sweet.

Tonight is Mainacht—that German spring thing, May Eve. The night when you’re allowed to just lose it, and everyone expects you to. There’s something funny about a culture with chaos built into the calendar like that. Berlin’s a war zone by now.