went to this club called berghain with ulli.
it's supposed to be "the best club in the world"
but i found this online review to be spot-on:
A repulsive, sweaty mass of leather-clad gays swinging their bodies around to ear-bleedingly loud techno pounding out of massive speakers.
A brilliantly insane club of clubs for the all-out hardcore, take-no-prisoner party animals. It also has the strictest door-policy in town, run by the ominous man with the tattooed face. Cameras must be checked at the door.
Berghain is meant to be the ultimate club of the millennium, an industrial-style warehouse with an extremely free-spirited, hedonistic all-around attitude. On Saturdays, the Berghain’s most popular night, you’ll want to show up as early as possible. Those trying to be fashionably late will no doubt find themselves waiting out in the bitter cold.
just to get in and have bad electro music booming
gross men galore trying to look hot / not possessing monster faces
and avoiding going too far into the dark hallways
where men were waiting in booths to have sex.
went to bed at 8 am today. yiiikes.