care to dance?

Awww süß. Here's Karina and I posing for a portrait of sorts before getting very drunk in celebration of her 23rd birthday. The party was at her WG (shareflat) in Bochum, where she lives with two other women - Caro and Micha. It was a great night; someone had brought along a mix CD of funk, soul and other miscellanous 60s classics which was, needless to say, total tanzbar! Later in the night the same compilation CD got spun a second time round, because we dance-hungry partyites weren't too keen on the alternative - hard rock/metal such and such. Blah.

A couple of nights later, Karina and I found ourselves at the Hawaiian-themed birthday party of the boyfriend of a friend of Karina's new girlfriend's sister. Oooohh so tenuous it hurts! Was great kitsch fun, though. We were all decked out with plastic flowers and ended up dancing the night away to, you guessed it, the exact same soul/funk/60s compilation CD that we'd danced to TWICE at Karina's birthday. Ahhh you gotta love a highly restricted music selection; just like in the DDR (!?).










Photos above: Hendrik (Karina's best friend), Karina and myself. And Marc with a very blurry (in more ways than one!) Hendrik.