der tisch geht unter : wg party

Der Tisch geht unter (the table goes under) was the somewhat confusing (yet intriguing) title of our WG party. We threw this party about 3 weeks ago; part belated house-warming for Rolf, Marie and myself, part uni-break boozefest.

My room (pictured above) was the main part-ay room, as it's the largest and contained the 'DJ booth' and the 'dancefloor'. Said booth was manned for most of the night by the infamous DJ Andy C (of Melbourne Uni Concrete Lawns fame), who overcame the technological nightmare of multiple ipods, data overload, a sluggish laptop and an overheating amplifier. Despite his many hours of pre- and during-party IT labour, the system had a mini crash and we were only able to play songs from Marie's ipod. This sufficed for the most part, although things got tricky when I was DJing and had to deal with the punters' (frequently colloquial) requests, when I myself had no idea what the playlist contained. The phrase, "No, I don't have any traditional German drinking songs" was oft repeated.

Below: DJ Andy C still smiling despite having spent hours trying to create a monster playlist mere hours before the first guests arrived...


Below: Samuel briefly takes the reigns, Andrew continues his role as IT technician, and a deckpest crouches, troll-like, examining the playlist.


Technology aside, I think everyone had a pretty rocking time. I think we had somewhere between 100 and 200 guests throughout the night (and early morn). My room unfortunately bore the brunt of muddy shoes and disrespectful, drunk, friends-of-friends, and the sound of smashing glass was disconcertingly frequent. But the whole place had this great club-like atmosphere. At times I kind of forgot it was my room, what with the sheer number of unfamiliar people bopping around, although I did feel the occasional stomach pang of Host-Angst when a caught glimpses of people stomping their boots on my sofa (Rick James style).

Below: Approx. 3 billion people in my room. Cool!


Below: Samuel (still relatively sober at this point) and Fran (with her new fringe!).












Below: Marie (with her colleague from the gallery) and me (fending off a deckpest who insisted on scrolling through EVERY song on Marie's ipod, before dismissing the playlist wholesale).












In true Berlin style, the party powered on until daybreak. By about 5am, most of my friends had left and I was starting to run out of steam - but there was still a considerable drunken contingent intent on bellowing ACDC songs to the tune of someone strangling Samuel's acoustic guitar. Their growling and screaming was highly entertaining and Andrew captured some of the hilarious audio on his camera. However, they were in my room, and didn't end up leaving until 6:30am... Ohhhh noooooo.

Some people say the subsequent clean-up could be classified as 'extensive'. And they'd be right. Or would they? The answer: Yes.