Hello Folks!
The new year just started, the goods and services tax is higher, and mgs-radar.de (Also known als MGS-Media Group) is getting more international. So I’ll write some of my blogs in my cocky and amateurish school-english. I know, people who spend one year in America will mock my style and people who speak this language because they were born in a country withh english as the major language will even laugh about me, but I really don’t care about these smart-asses and about their skills! I think you’ll understand me!
So, my New Year’s Eve day started at home where I was packing the usual things. My camera, some alcohol which I was ordered to bring with me and a good spirit. My plan was: Drive over to Padde’s summer house which is so called the “Bunker” (It won’t protect you from nuclear fallout…it is made of pure wood which isn’t very protective) and say Hello to some associates, then pick up Daniel (The so-called Executive Officer)and drive over to Niko in Mönchengladbach Rheydt. The mood in Padde’s Bunker was very good. As you can see on this picture, they had loads of alcohol and I was the designated driver for the day…but this wasn’t so bad because I can have fun without alcohol…no joke or lame phrase! Heike, a girl which I knew from school also announced that she is planning to be boozed at 12 o’clock. I had to leave the first party at 21:30 and drove over to Daniel.
We rushed to Niko’s domicile in MG-Rheydt and joined the party there. At first I was surprised that the number of guests decreased from 13-15 to…well I didn’t count them but I guess six or seven? Don’t know exactly…but the apartment was big enough for all of us. Most of the party was going on in the living room (Which is paintet green and white..very irritating) The party was very good! There was a great spirit in the group, the music was kind of…monotonous because Alex’s as the DJ played House Music (Which is one of the most boring style of music in my opinion) or some Destiny’s Child or Beyonce shit. Yes, you can say that I’m an intolerant asshole, but I’m listening to guitar music and I’m getting bored easily by this RnB rubbish…but I’m not a kill-joy so I tolerated this and just took pictures (The camera-density was bigger than on a high-society party) or did some conversations with the guests.
At 23:45 the girls became agitated and hectic…so we put on our jackets, packed out the pyrotechnic-stuff and went down on the street, were the party-mood was even better. But the alcohol-consumption of the party guests was a problem. Simon for example lost his equilibrium sense a couple of times and smashed on the sidewalk. Everybody was happy at 12 o’clock and everybody was deep in love with all the party mates…group embraces and new year’s wishes!Beside, I watched the spectacle of firework and the east-european bombs the mates at the other street fired up the sky…the ultimate Saving Private Ryan - feeling. It wasn’t eben possible to communicate by shouting…Simon, who is in a continuous “not listening” or “I’m pretending deafness” was even more irritated by the audiovisual expierence happening at the Taunusstraße.
After that, we went back to the apartment and the party went on! After an hour, Simon started a wrestle-fight with me…but this twat didn’t recognize when the fun was over…he was crossing the line between real fight and fun several times and I was about to freak out and smash his fucking head! But after some lame discussions between him and the kitchen-guy Alex, which offered him the way outside if he won’t stop.Simon, who is a big shitface sometimes when he’s drunk didn’t understand the whole point that he drunk too much (He even fell over a small closet backwards and nearly punctured his skull on the kitchen floor, which wasn’t taken so serious!
We just laughed about his lost ability to stand!)….this gay bastard also left me some marks, so that any idiot on the street thinks, that some asshole scratched and bite my neck! . Simon kind-of apologized for beeing a jerk, but I guess he will behave the same when he drank the same amounts of booze. At this point of the party I looked at my cellphone-watch and saw, that it was time to go to another party…back to Padde’s Bunker!
The streets were very quiet…too quiet for New Year’s Eve….and as I drove over the Freeway, I soon got the reason for it: The weather was very bad! It was stormy and rainy outside, and I felt like I was driving a speedboat…in the car I used the chance to do some music-hyghene. I put on my stereo and listened to some serious music. Then I arrived at the “Bunker” were some people found shelter over the night. I noticed Heike, who was boozed away and was smiling all the time. Also she refused cooperation when I was making some photos of her. But she was hillarious and entertaining as hell! Also her aggressive character entertained me! One of the guests was Patrick S., which is also a born entertainer when he’s drunk! He was willing to show everyone his balls outside the Bunker…a chance which I already had non-volontarily at a study trip in Brigthon,UK.
Then he was discussing about the fact that Heike didn’t took the offer to see his balls! If you read this, this sounds kind of lame but it was entertaining! I was nearly pissing my pants as I saw Patrick S. saying with his half-open/half-closed eyes:”But yyyyyou would look at them if you have the chaaaance again!” At 5 o’clock I drove Heike home and for no particular reason Patrick joined my selfmade “Taxi”. As I drove over the lanes of Dilkrath, Patrick annoyed Heike in his subtle way…for some reason Heike was pissed and defiant….but she was wearing a funny cap and sedated from the alcohol like Patrick S. who acted like a loud-mouth all the time.
Then I was alone with this gay-guy…in Amern some pricks stopped my car and asked us if I can drive a few people over to Dülken…these twats didn’t notice that I DON’T have a “Taxi” sign on my car so I asked them to fuck themselves and drove Patrick home. Why the fuck should I drive two gay-suckers witch their rented prostitutes to Dülken? As I passed them again on the way home, they looked at my well-known license plate and the bitches showed me their finger…or they showed me the size of the guy’s crotches…..At home I made a barefaced comment at Heike’s Myspace page which leds us to the end of my New Years Eve Blog!
Stephan
["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]
January 28th, 2007 von 
Stephan 
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