beer pong, the double döner dilemma, and the boy with the half-rotten tooth

i wandered around mauerpark after a ridiculous weekend,
which included playing beer pong after who knows how long,
playing it for who knows how long (considering how much i drank),
eating 2 chicken döners and having the worst breath imaginable,
and witnessing card tricks with a boy with a HALF - ROTTEN TOOTH!

i managed to successfully avoid potsdam(n) for another weekend,
and had an overall great time wandering and enjoying the sites.

mauerpark was more full than i'd ever seen it before,
and the karaoke music was terrible as usual
(i think they were singing wannabe by the spice girls at this point).
i had my hair in a ponytail.


...also this happened on the way back:

i assume springing up rather than crossing one's path
means ultimate reverse bad luck and possible possession
in one's sleep. let's wait and see.