Kammerspielhaus

i'm not entirely sure what that means, whether it refers to the theatre of the common man, or the chamber theatre, both of which sit simultaneously on opposite sides of the spectrum.

I am struck, tonight, by the articulate nature of other people's blogs, and am currently going through a bout of self consciousness which makes me want to try and write better, whatever that could possibly mean.

2nd mambo ever for me last night and the crazy lights, hand gestures and horrible 80s music were not so much important as the company of what i one day will begin to call my mambo crowd, and be completely unable to enjoy myself at mambo without them. mambo can grow on you, i am beginning to think, because clubbin' is every bit about the people as much as the music and drinks etc.

i for one, find it thoroughly fascinating, by the way, that bailey's and green tea mixer tastes strangely like a thick and rich teh peng, and that gin isn't very nice without the tonic. and that when you decide you want to pay for a damned jug, you're gonna take forever to finish it. and you might not even remember you had the drink at all!

I had fun. wished i could have a little bit more, i suppose.

sleep beckons, and so does the semester and the german language. i am going to get some sleep and pray that everything will work out nicely this year.

i think the resolution is to be less grouchy and angry. i'm already breaking them.

time after time.