ABSENT

 

 

 

Hey! I want to be in the photo too!!

 

 

 

I love your Oyster bar, herr Clarrington but if you were planning to stay out here for the duration of the event... you might as well have acted as our waiter. Just saying.

Pinky moment and don't I look guilty in there! you know what they say, no smoke without fire *whistles innocently*

 Miss you, miss the world(s)

Herr Clarrington

 

Herr Clarington suffers from narcolepsy—He falls asleep on his feet for hours on end with his eyes open.
We have grown accustomed to this ((his driver is a very busy gentleman in RL)), but now and then, pranks are inevitable.
Or maybe, this skeleton belongs to a lady who waited patiently for Clarington to offer her a dance; she is still waiting *winks*

 PS - thank you for making me laugh ...

HORSES

When the world goes to shit, nothing like a ride with an old friend — I am a Southern girl, after all.
One word of advice about horses, they are even more temperamental than motorcycles ((and if they cannot be rezzed, you better put one together nicely and save it as an outfit instead of adding and detaching the whole thing bit by bit every time, if you don't want to create all kinds of havoc)).
I walk like a duck when I dismount— lack of practice ((or some problem with the HUDS, but i cannot sort it out. I am having to stop all animations and add Huds from scratch for now.))

PS - Something is changing in Berlin

Bubbly Saturday Night

 Last night we had doubly-bubbly at El Dorado!! Our sparkling Delphina spiralled and eventually climbed into a huge glass of champagne while teasing our men and our naughtiest women, in the most Sonnatta-like style. 

I enjoyed it greatly, and I wasn't alone!

 

MARACAS

 

 

Last night at El Dorado, Stella (one of Mitropa's regular artists) played her maracas for us.
Frau and Herr Mockingbird are still enjoying a well-deserved honeymoon.

Though I will never admit it to him of course, I miss them something silly.

FLY

 

My RL driver's first flight in 3 years, and it had to be using me and in a virtual world. So beautiful though! Aviation in SL is advancing fast, thank you blue eyes. Shame I fainted on the landing ahem. 

I was having a mental conversation with Amelie, as you do, while this was going on, and what are the chances?? she was sailing in the same Sim I was flying? Apparently is very popular and I had never heard of it before. I have to get out more O_o

And then for puddings ... I was burnt alive !! Kind of a 'would you like to be our RP victim' situation....

I chose a bad day not to stop smocking ...

A little fire... nothing to worry about ... *cough*!

But Legion is close to give me a hand, or a breathing mask.

Preparing their large hoses ... I was already well cooked  by then.

where is the fire? I can't see any fire... did anyone say fire??

Mother of GOD ... I was BBQing myself somewhere in there.

Waterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 

more waterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Never been so happy to see a man holding his hose in my direction...

they have balls, and not the dancing ones !

more water! their bill must be stupendous !

Sophie casually stopping traffic in the meantime.

naughty Kitty, whatever you do, don't play with her tail.

In they go at last! 

My knight in a fireman armour ...

The day I became a sack of potatoes.

Am I even breathing? 

In I go! my RL driver has been pushed inside one of these twice before...

and ... by God! ambulances look the same!! let's hope my driver here is not  like the one in RL who got lost all over Surrey trying to find a certain hospital, in the town with more tiny roundabouts in the planet (factual, she was training, dammit)

Sophie giving me air... I hope she doesn't notice I am shaking like a leaf !

And back to the station it is! 

 

Maybe ice skating after a fire might not be such a good idea? Either I melt the ice, or I get very sick! Or ... I just get hugged by a handsome actor! I can live with that. — Berlin's Spree has frozen!

Look I found a coat left behind by some idiot ! *plays the Titanic scene long before Cameron created it*

 

/me sings 'that don't impress me much tu ru turuuuuu'. I am a much better skater lets face it.

 

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'Please Mr. actor, can you hug me in color this time? much better'

 

And nothing like a whisky and a man reading the paper by your side to warm up after a long day. Well... there are a few other things but when the boy is too busy reading the paper  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Night night Berliners, I seem to have problems closing my eyelids these days. Hope you don't <3

 

Another Night at the Keller

 An evening at the Keller, another evening at the keller...

 

 

Frau Jo trying hard to make some sense of us all.

The terribly naughty Bubbles sitting on her no-less-terribly-naughty Ernst, accompanied by Lotte and bruno - Bruno struggled somethin silly to find a comfortable posture on his bench.

Mikk, moi, Helen and Morti at the bar, and Dora and Raven at the table.

 

The whimsical Morti and the ethereal Helena hypnotised by a horrid fly on the wall.

 I must do some writing today. All I seem to want to do lately is ... well... is nothing good nor productive. What a way to start the year *blushes*

 

Christmas is over and I should be fast asleep*gazes at her bed beside her and nods to herself * but too buzzed. Looks like someone is trying hard to ruin my (bad) reputation, using the dirtiest, most colorful tricks, to do so. So much fun I forgot to take some photos. 

night night Berlin, I sincerely hope this 29 is far better than the last, and the one before them.

*blows a kiss and dives into bed *

WINTER SOLSTICE IN THE WANNSEE - and a certain wedding

And so it came to happen, that herr Solstice and Frl Mockingbird became even more joined by the heap. I hope I never have to fall in love and en up using one of those horrid couple walking huds...

As I predicted, Tequila realised before the 'I do' what she was about to do and did a runner as the Brits would say. Luckily for 'Solstice', she came back in time though and the ceremony (officiated by Capitain Cad, who needed a shot or two of rum to carry out the deed) got to a succesful ending (for herr Solstice anyway). 

I cannot go into too much detail, as Dorita asked me to write a piece for the Tageblatt, but it was a bit of a wet wedding — no it was not raining, but right in the middle of the Wannsee, and in a boat *shivers* ; our beloved landlady turned up with a new dress which caused several of us to faint and in the end of the ceremony (which I will describe in more detail when the paper publishes the article) she deligted us with what I thought was Irish stepdance on steroids — I had a laughing fit of such violence those around me thought I was suffering some neurological disorder. 

A bus driven by the always elegant — and terribly versatile — Frau Ross (Amelie) took us back to Berlin. The couple in question got out of the bus early and apparently had a first taste of their honeymoon right there, judging by their appearance when they re-joined us at the Adlone for the reception that happened in the most magical of set ups, a glass & snow wood, all very pagan and enchanting, druid and reindeers included. 

And with this and a cake... till tomorrow at eight as the Spanish go. 

For now just a few (hundred) photos to remember the event. 

PS - thank you all those involved in organising, thank you Cad for the most terrific wedding "script" ever (If I am to agree to marry in either world at last it will be under the condition you do the honors once more, I am sorry), and very specially thanks to the couple for having us sharing the day with them. I am sure I am not alone in wishing them a very long and solstice-magic second life together. 

PSS - Frau Jo has arms.

PSSS- let me repeat that. Frau Jo has arms. *faints again*