

This was the Norwegian Party at the Berlinale at Hakescher Market - my friend Frederic (from, suprise, Norway - thats him in the second photo...and the reflection is from one of those bicycle-pant-cuff-savers that you had to wear on your arm to get in the party, but which, apparently, some people continued to wear for the whole party...actually kind of a good gift, as it is one of those things that you always mean to get but don't) scored the invites and as is usual at these types of events (at least up until this point) we were two of the youngest at the party. But I should have taken a photo of the real star of the evening which was, undoubtedly, the food. If I was totally rich (and getting enough exercise for it not to kill me) I think I would have expensive appetizers around 24/7. I love those things. Everyone loves those things.
The dancefloor was, as you can tell by the "arms in the air", nothing great. I am automatically suspicious of any dancefloor in which people are putting their hands in the air (other than, maybe, briefly, at the beginning of a real great song). I mean, it feels as unnatural as it looks, except maybe for some extremely hot small girls - but those are the same girls who look good even if they are puking in the corner.
The other thing that was not great was the "cutting off of the tab". So at some point after 12:30 when I went up to get another beer everything went as per usual except that as soon as they handed me what I assumed to be another "free" beer, the bartender held up 3 fingers. Yikes. Thanks for the warning. They should do one of those dimming the lights 15 minutes before things or something. I mean, they already opened it, I can't return it.