Spacy to Go

Hannah came to Berlin for a long weekend. We sat through Narnia 2 and Sex and the City—neither of them worth it—then moved through shopping districts so packed they felt dangerous, and spent nights on the S-Bahn where the heat and the bodies and all the eating created this feeling like being inside someone’s mouth. Hannah had brought small cinnamon-star stickers she’d made and spent the entire weekend trying to stick them on walls and people with about 40% success.

What I took from it: ordering a Spacy at a Japanese restaurant is genuinely funny. Popcorn tastes better the next day, which makes no sense but is true. Even fashion designers fall for stupid pipe jeans if you market them right. Even people who supposedly know better.

It was good to have her around. I promised to come out to Bavaria next and bring cake to her mom—I meant that. She took a bunch of photos that are somewhere online. Whenever she orders a Spacy, I hope she thinks of this weekend.