International Relations. In Kreuzberg

So a very distinct disadvantage of a blog is the desire to share everything, paired with the common sense not to.  I am definitely lacking the latter, so today I am not going to post about my exciting news (at least not now) but please know, I am bursting to share some brilliant stories with you all.

Instead, I will tell you about my day yesterday.  Waking up, I just couldn't bring myself to trawl through the job sites again.  Deciding to be generous to myself, I was going to maybe dander through some vintage stores, possibly sort out my increasingly out-of-control hair (though now I am being used by a local hair salon as a hair model, so I can't chop it all off) and yeah, just generally treat myself to a day exploring Berlin.

This did not happen.  Instead, I got some very exciting phone calls (..SHUSH Cat, not now) and also some job offers.  Which, frankly, given that I had got to the end of my patience with the job sites, was the best thing that could happen to me.  I had started to toy with the idea of what I would do if jobs didn't present themselves to me, but happily, I don't think I will be walking dogs for the rich and famous just yet.

Anyway, in a spirit of celebration, I went out for some drinks with friends.  Sunday past, I was supposed to meet up with a collective who had been pointed out to me by a mutual friend.  "Bring an extra liver!" was their friendly word of warning...  I had several days of socialising under my belt by Sunday and just couldn't bring myself to attend.  So, having suggested we meet up last night, we all jumped at the chance.

I decided to meet a couple of friends in a bar in Kottbusser Tor beforehand.  One of them suggested a bar called Monarch.  Totally up my strasse, it had a concealed entrance ("For keeping out the riff raff!!") and was kinda grungy and cool.  

A few drinks in, and we shuffled off to join this new gang of people.  They met us in an unbelievably packed gay bar around the corner called Möbel Olfe.  When we eventually found the gang, we were presented with;

- 2 lovely German girls (honestly, one was called Curly, which immediately won her 5,000 sweet points, and the other one literally gushed at me how fond she was of Northern Irish people.  Which, lets be honest, is not the usual reaction!)

- 1 tall English gent (who confessed to, in Spin The Bottle games gone askew, kissing...)

- 1 Northern Irish boy (who laughingly admitted kissing the English boy more than was normal for two straight friends.  That's International Relations at work fellas!)

- 2 French men (totally charming, naturellement.  And from Paris!  Sacre Bleu!)

- 1 Northern Irish girl (Also blinking lovely.)

Such a nice gang of friendly people, I was delighted to befriend them all.  As one of the French guys Mike said- there was a fucking good energy in that group!

I am really enjoying the whole 'new girl' status in town, as it really does allow for a carte blanche and brutally honest approach to friendship.  I feel almost juvenile when I say to people, "Hey, so I'm new, and looking to connect to as many new, exciting, devilishly handsome/pretty people as possible.  Would you like to be my friend?"- but by jove, I think the cute factor works. I feel cute asking it, and I think it makes people feel cute to say "Yeah!/Oui!/Ja!"

Tonight I am going to meet up with my two Irish brothers (I say brothers, just two Irish male friends really, but I'm very fond of them!) to seek advice and high fives for my 'exciting news' situation.  I can't wait till I can write about it- I am sorry if this post has sort of been dancing around this secret the whole time... but all will be revealed in good time!!

Anyway, on that note, I bid you adieu, until next time!!

xx