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so there is this automated voicemail system that keeps calling me like every 2-3 weeks.
“The warranty on your vehicle is going to expire. please act now. [...]”
and I don’t even have one. but this isn’t the creepy part. When I entered the elevator in my building like 10 minutes ago, the elevator speaker (!!!) started to talk to me: “This is your final notice that the warranty on your vehicle is going to expire”.
this is twilight zone my friends. twilight zone.
soooo I was leaving the flat this morning, heading down st.marks, when I saw this 30ish tall guy, smirking and looking around, behind him another guy recording him with a small camera while he looked around. and behind that guy a group of about 10 women.
ohh fine, a country guy visiting the city with his best friend, I thought. and guess what, when I passed him, he greeted me (”heeey, how are you doing”) and smiled to me like we were meeting in a small town. I didn’t pay much attention, returned the greeting and passed by quickly.
and then one of the women (she had a name tag), stopped me and asked me with big wide open eyes “do you have any idea who that is?” - “no” - “its blake shelton, country singer and voted one of the most sexiest man alive by people magazine.” - “ah, fine”.
I was very unimpressed, leaving a baffled woman. With this info his behaviour made much more sense, he was just used to a lot attention, NYC must quite baffle him. 
the supermodel I saw on the subway 2 minutes later was much more interesting (and she had a nicer voice, too).
so here it was again. Halloween! In.New.York.! Where you can’t really tell what’s a costume and what’s for real (this year I dressed up just for the office with a special costume, “accountant”. scared the shit out of my colleagues … :D). It’s always the best party day of the year and since I had a couple of parties I wanted to go after the parade I waited until the last minute and then things got kinda out of control.
but lets start at the beginning.
first there was of course the parade, 2 hours of fun, watching costumes and dancing to the various beats from the cars. quite amusing. at the end of the parade there was the big question, where to go? so I went to party No. 1, a penthouse in Midtown on the 43rd floor with a SPECTACULAR view over Manhattan. problem was, it was just emptying because many people left for another party. and my friend N wasn’t there either. So I tried to call her but no one answered. ok, lets go to her flat and see what party is going on there at party No. 2. But as it turned out they were all on their way to party 1 (as I found out later) and since they were in the subway I couldn’t reach them.
ooook. so lets go to party No. 3 on Bleecker Street (totally different part of the city). Unfortunately the line was around the block and the crowed mostly bridge and tunnel, so lets go to party No. 4 in Williamsburg!
Absolutely fabulous Ms.H said she is having drinks with friends from 11pm to 3am. When I arrived at her apt. I didn’t know which number to ring so I called her and a surprised and suspicious voice answered the phone. As it turned out, the party was on SUNDAY from 11am to 3pm. And since she had to get up early we didn’t fetch a quick drink either.
Oh well.
So since I am already in Brooklyn, wasn’t there this swanky party factory in the middle of nowhere after a couple of trainstops? sounded like fun, so lets go to party No. 5! Party No.5 was at the Jefferson stop on the L train (which finally came after 20 minutes of waiting). To my surprise we passed the stop because it was an express train, didn’t stop everywhere. Ok, so off the train, waiting again, going back. FINALLY finding the party. And its surrounded by police cars. “You can’t pass here.” - “But I want to go to the party.” - “Don’t worry about the party. We are shutting it down in 10 minutes” - AAAAARGH.
Thats when I got a text from N, saying that they went to 1st and 7th in the East Village. So I called her (and thats when I found out that they arrived about 5 minutes at party No. 1 after I left), we had a little chitchat and I decided to join them. OK. back to Manhattan. (well, at least I saw a group of Latinos in REALLY fancy costumes, e.g. a pink Jesus with diamond teeth or a very classy Marie Antoinette, some eye candy never hurts).
A while later I arrived at 1st and 7th, aka party No. 6. And couldn’t reach N on her cellphone. So what to do? I literally went through all the bars in the area but couldn’t find them. This was the point where I just gave up after walking during the night what feels like 200 gazzilion miles. So I went home.
and guess what. The moment I entered my apt. I got a text from N saying “Am ave a bet houston n 2nd” (would have been party No. 7) but I was just way too tired.
But as it seemed not tired enough since there was still A LOT going on in front of my window, making it impossible to sleep (even with earplugs). So I popped in a DVD until I fell asleep.
But I have to admit, although it was the strangest party hunting night where almost everything got wrong, it wasn’t that bad at all. There was just such a good vibe everywhere, it didn’t really matter when you were just walking around. And seeing that massive amount of people wearing costumes is extremely refreshing in a city that gets more and more cooperate. 
my life has been kinda crazy over the last 6 weeks. and I was just to busy (and tired) to blog about any of the stuff. but today just sent me over the edge.
so here is a list of the major and minor things I can remember …
Internet Week started here for the first time, with an absolutely fabulous kick off party, hosted by Thrillist, music by Faux Punk, the best/worst/only Daft Punk cover band, visuals by VJ ValuJet and both were amazing! And after them only rock (&roll) music! fantastic! I was dancing like crazy, boy that was fun!
unfortunately the dance floor was covered in glass fragments from broken glasses, which made expressive dancing quite an adventure. I landed one jump exactly on a big piece, resulting in quite some pain, and I thought, ok, there goes my left shoe, but couldn’t see any hole to my surprise.
after arriving at home and removing my shoes, surprise surprise, the glass managing to stab me into the foot, causing quite a deep cut and some bleeding. What I don’t really get is, how can this happen without the slightest hole in the shoe afterwards (and its quite a massive leather sole). strange ….
There has been a stabbing almost right in front of my door, just one block down. Everyone in the flat (besides me) was hearing 5 gunshots, silence, and some additional shots and then hell broke lose.
Tons and tons of police cars, detectives, fire trucks and other official cars were rushing into the area, I have never seen such an amount of police force and news teams.
Each online news site is posting a different story right now, as you can read e.g. here and here. Although both are maybe not quite right because Nunu and I have been interrogated by a very friendly police officer and he told us what happened first hand.
That a detective off duty with his girlfriend was getting robbed and he killed both attackers, being himself severely injured by stabbing (to the neck).
in the video you can see how the police officer gets an escorted transport to the hospital:
oh, and Nunu (yes, the Nunu) has been visiting me for a couple of days (as you can read here, here, here, here , here, here, and here), having a lot of fun.
so we had again an interschool tournament, and this time I didn’t feel ready at all, waiting to the last minute to go there. Fortunately fabulous S persuaded me to go there so I went there and had a fabulous time, discovering lots of room for improvement on my form (although I got a 8.4, not that bad).
funny thing is, snoring prevented that the video of my form was recorded. how? well, our guest (yes, the one who didn’t hear the fire trucks and chainsaw action) is an incredible loud snorer. he was SOO loud that I recorded it, switching the camera to audio only (where the lens doesn’t extend at all and only audio is recorded).
and I (of course) totally forgot about it when I handed the camera to a friend to record my form today. since the lens didn’t extend and there was no visual feedback whats going on, he assumed the camera was broken, and couldn’t record a thing ….
here are some nice pics:
and I got kicked right into my face multiple times as you can see in the video. I was just too tired, not kicking at all and only playing defense. well, we all have those days. I am pretty happy that I went anyhow.
oh, and I got my nose broken (but already 4 days ago when a roundhouse kicked scratched my face during sparring. and luckily only the lower part got broken. but still …. ouch.)
imagine waking up on a saturday morning at 6:30am because of the massive noise of a chainsaw. aaaargh! since there is a construction site next to our house I was close to calling 311, thinking the source of the noise has to be them. but NO!
when I looked outside the window I saw to my utterly amazement THREE HUGE fire trucks in front of our building, and fire man cutting through the steel door of the shop below us, hosing down something with lots of water. apparently a machine or something caught fire.
but now comes the funny part of the story. I was the ONLY one in the whole flat who woke up. Even our guest who was sleeping right in front of the window didn’t wake up at all. The whole building could have burned down, ah, whatever, just let me sleep.
but the most funny thing is, that one of my roommates heard a mouse running around and woke up by that noise. of course thats A LOT louder than people cutting through a steel door with a chainsaw right below you ….
So Misha had this fabulous idea to have a fundraiser to refurbish their new loft.
“You dress up nice. You bring a date, maybe two. You leave with a different date. Or two. You swing as hard as you possibly can all night, and then during the auction you actually bid money on whoever strikes your fancy. Expect wicked dancing, lots of video projection, and a crowd. And of course: an auction.”
well, it was truly a splendid party.
And quite some extraordinary experience for me.
Why?
Hm, well, you all know those kind of warning stickers on medications “Do not drink alcohol beverages while taking this medication”. Since I had a very nasty cough for two weeks I had to take codein. Which you should REALLY NEVER mix with alcohol.
I didn’t know that and learned it the hard way. After one drink I looked extraordinary wasted (won’t post this pic here ;)), after the second drink I was feeling kinda sick. Especially after having a chinese dinner at 3am in the morning things went, hmm, downhill.
Arrived at home. and puked. Went to sleep. woke up. and puked. Had some rest, went to the street to get some bread from an italian shop. Entered the shop. smelled the fresh fatty pizza. and had to leave immediately, just made it around the corner and puked like I had never puked before. I was grossed out and fascinated at the same time how much liquid and stuff you can puke (even if you had puked two times before).
lesson learned. seriously.
Just saw this commercial on one of our TV-screens, probably the most aggressive subliminal ad I’ve ever seen. Where is the electronic remix of this?
