Barbarellas has a pretty good setup, they played good music all night. I danced my ass off. My travel-mates drank their asses off. I was pretty much drunk by the time we left Cairo (2 long-island iced teas will do it for me). I had another drinkee at Barbarellas, but for the most part just drank straight orange juice, to fuel my blood sugar dance craze. They played all kinds of infectuous music: Die Form, Claire Voyant, Blutengel, Neuroticfish, Wumpscut, Moev..even some Rammstein for the hearty growlers out there. I danced pretty much straight through from 9:30 to 3am, taking a few 5-20min breaks. On one of these breaks, I attempted a conversation with the singer for Funker Vogt. He speaks just about *no* English. I speak a similar amount of German. It was not a very interesting conversation. Melissa, one of my drunken friends, took it upon herself to pet his shaven head. I found that quite amusing, as he had no idea what she was saying or why she was petting him and seemed a little uncomfortable.
The evening went on, I met a Vietnamese guy named Fuck (pronounced fook), an online acquaintance of one of my travel mates, Amber. He was very nice, but we didn't talk much. By the end of the evening, I was *so* ready to go shower and sleep. Melissa and Crystal were trying to encourage all of Funker Vogt to come back to our hotel rooms and hang out/drink/play/screw/? and that conflicted with my immenent pillow destination. They were all drunk, I was sober and exhausted and hadn't eaten more than chips+salsa since noon. I was getting annoyed by the drunk boys. At 3am, during all of this sex god idol worship around the band, I noticed the guitarist for Funker Vogt staring at me, my body, my hair and generally giving me *the eye*. I couldn't tell if he wanted to screw me or kick my ass. He said something about "der mann mit dem langes haar" in German to the singer, followed by similar stares from all of the band that was present and a psychotic giggling among them. I thought I heard the word for for 'fire' as part of the untranslated part, hence my apprehension around a bunch of shaven headed boys partying around the sleeping long-haired boi. One boi in our party of 6 was having *other issues* and wanted to leave as well. We finally got the drunk girls to leave Funker Vogt alone and go back to the hotel without them. Amber left with Fuck, and I drove the rest of us to a Dennys. I was very annoyed by the drunk boys by this point, and was very curt with them. I ate my bagel (the only vegan dish at Dennys I'll eat). We waited for ever on the rest of the food. We ate, left, I showered, then crashed at 6am. I woke up at 8:30 freezing because the A/C had been cranked waaay up, and couldn't get back to sleep.
Here I sit, riding on a total of 6-7 hours of sleep over the last 2 nights, writing about my trip. We have several pictures, met alot of interesting people, danced alot, and got our drink on. All in all, it was a good weekend. Now, I sleep.