But I won't let this coming home experience ruin what was a great weekend. Worst-case scenario - I have access to the SAS Scandinavian Lounge, I have some space left in my bag for tax-free shopping for NON-ALCOHOLIC items (I already have a bottle of Dom Perignon, a bottle of Tanqueray, a bottle of bombay sapphire, and 2 bottles of Absolute Blue), and they have an A Herreford's Beefstow stakehouse now in the airport and I have been jonsing for a well-made steak.
So this weekend was better and cheaper than I thought it was going to be. The tickets were cheap, I spent a total of €35 on transportation (most of that came from taxis to/from the clubs on Saturday), a total of €30 on food, and €180 on the hotel. Which combined with the flight and some spending cash total was about €350 for a night out. I made a comprehensive spreadsheet and pivot table about this, but I realised that only I care so I won't post it.
On Saturday I ended up going to Berghain and Connection. Both have great music. I actually fell asleep around 22.00, but then I woke up at 02.30 and decided that I wasn't going to waste the night inside falling asleep, so I got showered and went to Connection. Connection for me a fun little place. After some hours (read: sunlight on my face), I decided that I would follow a group of random people and go to Berghain. That was a cool experience. I gave out around 09.30 and went back to my hotel to get some sleep. It was much needed. I slept until about 11.00 and then I asked the hotel if I could check out at 13.00 but ended up needing until 13.30. Ah well, they didn't mind. Berlin is truly a care-free city. I like to call it "Managed Chaos" -- so many worlds seems to co-exist together well enough to not cause anarchy. I declare this now: I will live in Berlin at some point in my life. Before I get too old and unpretty. Some of you will say that I passed that devastating milestone somewhere between birth and when you read this, but I don't care :) Bastards :)
Anyhoo. It's about time for me to go and beg for a seat on the flight. Really beg. After all, as much as I like the steak house, I'd rather be at home watching episodes of arrested development and spending a night in my own bed. Or more realistically, the cozy couches that are in my apartment.