I have this theory: when somebody says they won't blog or that they'll take a break for a couple of days or so, they usually blog more often. Seeing that I'm writing the second entry today while having planned not to, I guess that supports that theory. Dunno why, though.

Anyway. I just wanted to share that I just went to a party of a friend of mine. And men kept talking to me. But I found out that I am thoroughly bored by party conversations. It was rather exhausting talking to those people and I'm afraid I probably wasn't any fun to talk to either: "So how do you know X?" "Used to live together." "Hot here, isn't it?" "Yep." I'd rather stand around, sip my cocktail and watch people. How on earth can you think putting plastic flowers on your head will make you more attractive??? What goes on in somebody's head standing in front of the mirror, propping those things in her hair and around her (enormous) cleavage?? Just can't fathom it. Also the guy in the white satin pants with the underwear with black and grey stripes. Kept pulling the underwear up and the pants down. Why??? WHY FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST???

Anyway again, not really a success partywise - maybe I'm really getting to old for this. At least I can proudly present the celebrity-sighting of the day: When we came out of the location a car stopped and a woman exited it. Looked like a 'ho to me..short short skirt, high high boots and I thought: "Well, why did the guy still drive the car, I guess he must be rather drunk to pick HER up in a club somewhere." On closer inspection, the guy turned out to be Olli Kahn. Drunk or not is anybody's guess. Glared at me in any case. Oh well.