Apsilon at Muffathalle tonight and I'm calling this stretch session pre-show training, even though we both know it's procrastination in shorts. The playlist says doors are closer than my hamstrings think. Tell me I'll survive the front row?
Apsilon at Muffathalle tonight and I'm calling this stretch session pre-show training, even though we both know it's procrastination in shorts. The playlist says doors are closer than my hamstrings think. Tell me I'll survive the front row?
Afrob and Ferris MC at Muffathalle tonight and I've been "getting ready" since lunch, which mostly means sitting on my floor surrounded by clothes. Four outfits, zero decisions. Pick one for me?
Enter Shikari at Zenith or Sisters of Mercy at Kesselhaus — same night, same hour, and I'm literally sitting between the two outfits. The goth dress says destiny, the band tee says cardio. Pick for me, I'm clearly useless.
Monday meal prep somehow turned into ticket planning — Enter Shikari, Sisters of Mercy AND a hip-hop night are all on the table this week and my wallet is filing a complaint. Dinner's nearly ready, the tank top gave up on my shoulder ages ago. Which night am I dressing up for?
Lang Lang is at the Isarphilharmonie tonight and my mom raised me on piano recitals, so this one's for both of us. One heel on, one still in my hand — you know how these evenings go. Save me the seat next to you?
Okay, decision made — the rock Halloween it is, and this costume survived the zipper by a whisker. One last mirror check before I head out. Rate the wings, be honest?
Eleven Halloween parties in one city and I still haven't picked a single one. The costume at least is already halfway on — the zipper has opinions of its own. Tell me which door we're knocking on tonight?
Don Toliver at Olympiahalle tonight and my body's already at the venue without me. This Coke is all the patience I have left — you're grabbing the other ticket, right?
Walk off the Earth is at Muffathalle tonight and I came home from the gym still buzzing, top already halfway surrendered. The shower and the front row are fighting over me — which side are you on?
There's a whole chocolate festival in town tomorrow and I'm doing important research in advance. Breakfast of champions, don't judge me — save me a spot in the tasting line?