Yvonne at Kulturbrauerei

I was at the Kulturbrauerei Christmas market with Basti, completely wasted on Glühwein—the kind of drunk where you think you’re being clever and have zero filter. We’d grabbed some Kaiserschmarrn and were walking around like we owned the place, grinning at nothing in particular, when I noticed Yvonne Catterfeld making out with some guy like it was the most important thing she’d ever done.

German actress, on TV all the time. Not that I was watching her specifically. It’s just weird when you see someone familiar actually existing in the real world, kissing another human being with intensity. Hard not to notice.

Her makeup artist ended up being cool and friendly, which is how Basti and I—both completely obvious in our drunkenness, both grinning like morons—got swept into conversation with her group. Elli was there, some other people in orbit, the usual. They were nice about letting two drunk guys hover around, which is honestly more patience than we deserved.

Basti became fixated on the idea that we should get ourselves in the background of one of her films. Not like, a significant role. Just visible enough that people who know us would spot us in a crowd scene, mid-grin, the specific thing where anyone else would miss us completely. For about twenty minutes that seemed like the greatest plan we’d ever had. Then we forgot about it and moved on to whatever the next stupid thing was.