Harry Potter, Beer Wizard & Bob Marley in action on the "Fräschebaal" Hello values blog readers!
I am not a big fan of Carnival even from village festivals, and, paradoxically, I still enjoyed themselves immensely yesterday on one of the major carnivals in this country. There was a reason for anger there as well but more on that later.
At first I carnival a thorn in the eye because it seems so unnatural and tense when people lament the whole year only and complain and have even a single spark of humor, for a few days will even be funny. First, this is bizarre, the other sad - because I have never seen so many cheerful people on such a celebration. It is truly regrettable that this is not the whole year and at other festivals usually always an aggressive mood prevails and is constantly hanging around any monsters there are disputes and fights off the highly motivated rush in pretty stabbings or even with the security people create - all these I have seen probably know this (mostly very pleasant these events took place here in the village of course - oh what a miracle!) Another reason why I do not lie, the blunt music festivals. But this is rather a weak argument - if I'm in the mood (and that requires absolutely no alcohol) then I can even dance to it, and this of course on the highest possible level of shameless embarrassment. I do not sink in shame in the soil is mainly due to the fact that I go to the village of fetuses in the north of the country, to which I am dragged, almost no one knew - all the people from my school and its local drive more on festivities in the center or east of the country around, so I can frankly my "dancing skills" to express. The point with the music yesterday but even some perspective, as you will see below.
Bob Marley ran on the "Fräeschebaal" around in large numbers, but then the gnawing in our Individuality, in which we have with our costume imagined
You wonder certainly why I show up yet again at such festivals. I'm all not about the music, let alone around the unrestrained get drunk (I do not know which of the two elements are worse), but as eternal life single, I hope always to almost blatantly naive way these festivities could be a springboard present in a relationship. Well, even if it does not work (as in the majority of cases) there are at least some treats for the eyes.
how it happened so that I am yesterday about half past 9, together with my dear friend Ben, who also kindly provided me One of them had significantly lighter bought to be worn disguise as the heavy gorilla costume: a magic hat (at least I treated him as such, I also types saw in Bavarian lederhosen herumschwadronieren it) and bred "Harry Potter" glasses, even through their blurry lenses my vision Sun beeinschränkt was as if I had nine beers inside them.
to the bus stop in our village where we should be chauffeured to the bus to the festival trickled a gradually more and more people, mainly females. I put on my glasses and proclaimed loudly, I would be Harry Potter and playful like me mercilessly all sympathy. My glasses frame was shortly afterwards by a slightly rough handling For my part (what you can expect just as a high-quality 1 €-plastic model) partially sent over the Jordan, a lens fell out and one of the holder broke off, but it was thanks to the expert hands of Ben (who in turn the same hat as me and a beer goggles wore glasses) back on track barely addressed. We waited over half an hour in the cold, since the bus anrauschte far too much late. When he finally eintrudelte, he was filled almost to bursting with illustrious figures, but at least we were given the driver a drink voucher. We still managed to get hold a hinged seat near the door, then rushed the vehicle and go already.
Harry Potter glasses is much higher quality than mine
alone designed the way to the celebration itself as a wonderful costume shop. A football team rushed the car at the next stop, along with a guy in the bee-costume-Maja (the bright yellow coat was very pretty to look at) and various other forms. Also, two police officers aesthetically appealing (each a brown-haired and one blonde, both of which contributed to her right foot neon tubes) to increase and stood in our reach. Shortly after the bus drove them pulled out champagne and settled him during driving patronize.
Some of the new addition to an Increased agreed cheerfully obscene songs and left the bus to shake their voices, and soon the happy companions was bursting at the seams, and so had those who did not fit into the longer wait for the next hour and a half ride.
When we finally arrived at the destination to 8:30, I was the blonde policewoman unachtsamerweise on the shoe. The pain was so hell that I raised with a surprised face an eyebrow and yawned.
"Sorry," it gushed out of her.
"No problem", I replied conciliatory.
"YOU IS FULL!" Screamed her brown-haired fellow officials behämmert and laughed.
"Yes, so, ne," agreed the blonde to her sheepishly and shrugged.
"Oh, I'm after anyway, even as blue as a smurf," I replied. Second chance squandered. Oh, why only the two ladies were then suddenly gone as fast?
These are not the two ladies from the bus (which were significantly younger), but comes to the same thing - oh, and have shown here, even the same hair color! My dear colleague and I trudged so shivering and chattering teeth for 5 minutes the town nightly, based on the well-sounding name Bettenduerf " heard before we are on the grounds of the festival, which is already loud music and a rather handsome-looking dotted circle of light rays, which irradiated the firmament announced, arrived. There, gathered numerous disguised characters - hell, cops, nuns, Jason, sheikhs, Playboy Bunny, Charlie Chaplin - at the entrance. Ben and I still had to endure a whole hour in the cold, before finally the rest of the accompaniment for the evening finally arrived. In order to bridge the waiting time we had the passing of our crowds, which were composed of many creatively costumed considered. (Ben and I sank in expiation of our poor Panel, but we thought about the same time, inspired by the migration of the illustrious figures as we would dress up next time - our choice was to sheikhs, Mario & Luigi or Vincent & Jules in Pulp Fiction).
Carlos, one of the new who joined, wearing the Bob Marley hat that was originally scheduled for me, he had but torn ultimately under the nail, made me first acquainted with his girlfriend and her two friends, then handed us our Lord colleague, the Vorbestellertickets, so we had waited so long in the freezing cold. (Not that he would have served us only as a means to an end ...)
received in the entrance tent we horns, with their shrill sound I like the ears of Ben tortured times, after which this calling me wutenbrannt to lay those aside, because otherwise would not necessarily painless consequences. One of the ticket inspector ulkte nor as Bob Marley Carlos blend and greeted him loudly with "Well, how are you, pothead?" Finally, he gave him to indulge even the blessing of the joys of smoking may be darkening.
We procured only once an overview and paved our way through the crowds (estimated that it should have been celebrating carnival revelers 3000) for the first of the three tents at the fairgrounds available stood.
The perceived dimensions of the urgent crowds
In its warm interior, which also burst at the seams, we struggled valiantly in narrow fords in the river of bodies unachlässigen forward to the counter, to wet our dry throats with delicious drinks. While I SIPPT on my Coke, I might trust my ears: the band in leather pants that I had at the beginning of classified cranky as the representative of folk music, but played really nice rock songs! With joy I started already with the head bob, and even gave me some encouraging rapid Carlos passages with a head duel Bang (his long, artificial hair extensions Rasta flew around, however, clearly swinging as my sparse hair). Unfortunately, we were on the only from the audience, but seemed nonetheless pleased to have the music played.
Finally we moved back through the thick mass towards the exit, where there was any concession stand with hard liquor, out again. Across the fairgrounds, we moved to the next tent - a karaoke bar! There we could make a few hundred spectators his singing skills to the test. Shortly after the entry but there was an unpleasant encounter with some narrow minds that are in some distance from us loudly with Hitler salutes and "Sieg Heil!" welcomed. That put me almost in a rage, and I called them after malicious comments, which, however, were not due to the bursting loud music note. On the stage was just a large collection of obviously drunk young people (among them one with guns, armed, masked nun) various songs for the best when I asked around in the round, if for no one would get with me on stage. The motivation was rather limited, but eventually agreed to Carlos, and so we pushed us forward, where we had to find confused that one would only occur as a group and not simply could go on stage. Couple wanted by my companion not pull the thing too, so we went back to the other and moved into the last of the three tents.
where there was the usual chart music ("Higher" by Taio Cruz wanted me probably retaliate after my negative comments from yesterday and was just then when we arrived) and Carnival Kracher by the Grand Master of Luxembourg Music Art, Fausti! Now after my second (!) Cola I had lost any sense of shame and so I danced furiously, even though I hate the music really abysmal. Carlos hoisted me up abruptly on his arms, and after he had set me back again I fell into almost ecstatic dance moves that had in retrospect but probably look more like a mixture of epileptic seizures and head banging.
Finally, we decided to try it yet again at the karaoke bar, and so we stepped outside into the cold air. There we were standing, until an appearance to very end Cowgirl mouth (after all, she looked like Scarlett Johansson, one of my favorite actresses, such status because of their ... um ... holding performing arts) came to us.
"Does anyone of you have a lighter?" She asked.
"No," I replied. (What I am also a boring abstinent)
"Really?" She hooked again after with shimmering eyelids and smile. "Pity."
"We no one smokes." Added Ben to add. Somehow it became then still a lighter.
"We normally do not," she said triumphantly as she waved around their cigarette.
"I smoke anyway, only the hard stuff," blurted out of me. I just can not just leave.
"Achso" asked the cowgirl then. In retrospect, she seemed interested. Or more amused.
"Yeah. This really bad grass of lush green meadows," I confirmed this with the soaring eyebrows. Somehow it did not seem to understand, and then mercilessly killed the conversation. Third chance wasted.
The've beaten me too with my humor in the escape
Finally, we returned to the karaoke bar, but then there was Carlos in the stuffy interior not too excellent, and Ben, haunt the common cold threatened lamented about his steadily declining motivation, even more to want to participate in the festivities.
early as 1:30 so already ended our excursion into the fascinating, colorful world of the costume ball.
The bus on the way home was surprisingly well stocked with weary party guests.
"Sleep it all already?" it sounded from the inner compartment while driving.
"Yes. Otherwise we would hardly go home," another girl replied dryly. Finally, a female
tripped by the varying ways forward and asked the bus driver to stop, because she must facilitate urgent. The fact that we then stopped to actually in the middle of nowhere and ran outside to entrench themselves behind a bush, provoked jeers and laughter, but remained up on the bizarre, unidentifiable accent the bus driver the only noteworthy at this last bus ride .
Oh, and maybe the bear would be mentioned, who had not reported when it came to race in his village because some Drunken thought we had already arrived there and had to be so by the extra bus driver was driving home. Bob Marley (with whom I had exchanged their caps) and girlfriend were already gone before, and so only Harry Potter and the beer magician shuffling home, where I made myself a delicious bowl of gazpacho relish, before I went to bed and still a little of the grandiose sounds of Opeth's album "Watershed" listened. The evening was indeed the end was very amusing, but as I said - the music to the village festivals will probably be able to convince me never.
