Free Shirts, Free Vodka, No Regrets
The Brick House party had two things going for it before I even walked in: an open bar and a stack of Ben Sherman shirts to take home. The night was thrown by i-ref magazine and Ben Sherman, in the kind of Berlin location that makes you feel like a digital bohemian just for showing up. Beer, vodka, repeat until the walls go soft.
The usual crowd materialized—Paulchen, Malte, the Hundertmarks, Katja, Markus, Suz and Claudio, and at some point I spotted Anna weaving through the room. The kind of night where everyone you know from the internet turns out to exist in real life after all, at least for a few hours, standing around looking good and drinking things someone else paid for.
Special thanks to Wenke, who let me pass out at her place afterward. For the record: I did not vomit in her bed. That’s not nothing.