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Tuesday 6.30 am
Waking up in a car is not at all as I have expected – it is even worse. I felt like a ton of bricks hit my back…very relaxing. As I wake up I see, that I am the only one awake…but in the next hour everyone else sneaks out of their tents and wheel estates making their ways to freshen up a bit or to grab some bites to eat – I think they call it breakfast too. But what do I know about campers – I even dare to believe they have their own language and expressions for almost anything. But again… what do I know.
9.00 am – sharp
K, W and I are packing up their stuff (I actually do not happen to have so much stuff with me except for that one suitcase and that one big bag) so we can make our ways to the next stops… and there are a lot of stops to come up. Packing a tent looks funny… not that I would dare to touch one trying to bundle it, but it looks funny when K does it.
My place in the car is bigger now for W created himself a Tetris situation moving everything in the car so wisely and precisely that I think I am sitting in a loft now! Have I ever said, that I love space? Well, if I did not – here I go. I simply love space… above all space in a car where everything is already so minimized and small and little and you know… just like a car is.
10.15 am – McDonalds Breakfast
I haven’t been to McDonalds in ages – I forgot how good and satisfying it feels to cram all this fat food into your body… and I forgot that scrambled eggs never looked quite scrambled or well, enjoyable. But anyways, I eat it all up and add myself a brownie being forced to admit an conclusion while finalizing the last bit – no one beats a Starbucks Rockslide Brownie… it is full of everything one needs – too much sugar, too much sugar oh and before I forget, too much sugar! The best!
Can’t believe I fucking fell asleep in a car…again. But well, I must have accustomed to the thought of sleeping inconveniently. I just can remember plugging in my iPhone listening to music while catching chunks of heavy discussions between K and W – love talk. Too much for my anti-love orientated nerves. They can’t handle snuggling and kissing and touching couples anymore. So, well…seeing one of those couples quarreling or discussing or whatever they call it to ease their souls from believing it is not a fight, seems a bit refreshing… but still. None of my business. And nothing my pure nerves could stand right now. So music is all I need and then I fall asleep. And then we are at a weight station. Gosh – never use one of these toilettes. I have seen gross stuff but this has been the worst. Trust me. It was like standing in a fucking river of pee. How can it be that guys can’t handle their dicks?! I think I have to sign a petition for cutting of dicks if not used properly and adequately and above all hygienically. So if anyone misses the toilette or if anyone is a bad fucker… shhh snip!
3:00 pm – sharp (again – what are we sharp today…not just our looks but even our schedule)
Stuttgart. Dinner. Searching for a restaurant with wireless internet for I need to send an article to an editor…in a hurry actually. ‘Rote Kapelle’ – the perfect choice right beside a beautiful park with a beautiful chapel at a beautiful water place – everything so fucking beautiful and I can’t enjoy the view because I have to write. So I write and eat and write and eat and drink a Martini Bianco with ice and half a slice of lemon (just for the inspiration here – I need a little Carrie-feeling in order to write something really good). I finish. I send. We are off to our next stop.
5.30 pm – Stuttgart airport
K says goodbye to little W – he is off to a meeting in Norway. Pretty little scene there. Some I-will-miss-you’s, some I-love-you’s, some kisses and then he is off and we are too. On our way to Munich. To W’s flat bringing his stuff there for he can wash and use it once he returns there on Thursday. Anyways, the motto is road trip again and enjoy my first time alone with K – we sing, we talk (boy talk, of course), we laugh, we eat ice cream, we drink coke and water, we laugh and sing again, some more even… right now we are hitting the 90′s – baby one more time, viva forever, genie in a bottle and even some Backstreet Boys.
7.30 pm – Munich
Gosh we were so perfectly going there without taking the wrong way only once…oh gosh what a lie. But at least it was fun and it felt like a road trip to me so who the fuck cares if we went the wrong way once. You will stick to the story that we never took a wrong direction. We unload W’s stuff and trunks and anything else that belongs to him…well K does while I wait at the car taking my chance to smoke a cigarette to calm my fragile soul. While I smoke and wait K has to deal with W’s presumably depressive flatmate. K tells me that every time she visits W this girl lies in her bed, completely freaked out and completely whacked. But, and here is the brilliant twist… she acts that way since she is in a relationship. So… what lesson do we learn here?! Relationships are not meant to make you happy – they are meant to make you look like a complete wreckage. And let me tell you before anyone else does – looking like a wreckage isn’t stylish since Kurt Cobain left this world and grunge went from being cool to being emo… emotionally unstable.
8.30 – almost there!
The last half an hour of our trip is full of musicals – Dance of the Vampires (Tanz der Vampire), Elisabeth, Romeo and Juliet and then we fucking hit every important Disney song from Can you feel the love tonight (I can’t since I am single – can you?) to Colors of the Wind (ah what an epic song – even in German perfectly beautiful and in French just immaculate to me). And then we are there. Road trip done. Mitterfecking somewhere in the deep deep anything of Bavaria. In a house as huge as the Playboy Mansion (ok well, the half of it) and as beautiful as Aaron Spellings Villa. A place to fall in love with. A beautiful garden, a beautiful pool and K’s Mom C greeting us wholeheartedly. I simply like her. She is awesome.
11.30 pm – garden drinking…bottle up!
As we sit there in the beautiful garden we drink some beers and some glasses of wine and talk and laugh and look at all the pictures of K and W (there are some really bad ones existing… maybe I can steal them away and publish them once they are famous!) but also very cute ones. K looks really good on every single picture (well on most of them, at least).
En route to Make-up Heaven: what mist Stockholm, Chanel and Harry Potter have in common (a little hint: it’s ME!)
Spotted: K on a super high at University (go for it girl!), R sporting way to much clothing for such a wonderful weather (but who believes in weather apps has to learn his lesson anyway) and buying too much books again, Mr_SI meeting his blogger colleagues at a shop opening – Vicky wearing the number one outfit of the day looking stunningly beautiful stealing everyone’s spotlight (well except for mine of course – after all, I am paying a fucking fortune for a spotlight to shine exclusively on me 24/7 reflecting my perfectly shaved head!) and Anna sporting a sparkling, glittering, sequined Chanel shopper I would have grabbed instantly if no one would have been looking (and hey, whoever says ‘stealing is a crime, hasn’t seen that Chanel bag in real life yet!).
None the less, I already said that I attended a shop opening with a lot of my blogger colleagues and of course my best friend K – cosmetic company mist Stockholm opened its non-revolving doors for the first time in beautiful Vienna (in Kaiserstraße 8, 1070 Vienna) and invited us to take a sneak peak into the wonderful world of the bright and the glittering world I simply limit to call makeup heaven!
Between all those beautifully bright colors; the fresh shades and all the glitter that definitely should meet a pretty girl’s eyes you are able to find smooth foundations; silky and soft lip balm in a great range of colors and nuances; glamorous and marvelous nail polishes and of course all the important accessories a perfectly equipped makeup fanatic needs – from eyelash curlers to makeup brushes of every possible kind and shape (for the eyes, for the foundations, for the lips, for the rouge, for the blush – they all are different. Never forget that!).
The label itself originated in Sweden and was found by Shaul Moalem who works as a makeup artist in this industry since twenty-four years now. The term mist isn’t just an abbreviation for Make-up Institute Stockholm but does also signify haze and its connection with moods, extravaganza, mysticism and of course uniqueness, which is declared in the label’s cherished slogan ‘THE UNIQUE OF // YOU’.
After bringing the nicely arranged goody bag and an extra purchasing I have made to my sister in order to give her a little gift (yeah, I know… I must be the most wonderful, most lovable and nicest brother of all and well, yes, I actually am – even a bit more, without exaggeration!) I sported my nice outfit (btw: thank you so much for the nice compliment on my bag!) and my thoughts back home to do a little research on mist Stockholm Austria and a few upcoming things that I am kind of engaging with.
Above all, it seems that I am quite nervous about waiting five more days for a big announcement wonderful J.K. Rowling – author of the incredible Harry Potter Saga on pottermore.com – what surprise will hit us harder than a ton of bricks? Oooh I am so excited about giving away this secret (btw: if you visit the Homepage of pottermore.com don’t miss hitting the owl for getting a little insight!).
While the night almost reaches halftime I am still a little bit possessed by insomnia and therefore dedicate my thoughts to reading on with my collection of the Pretty Little Liars Novels by Sara Shepard trying to concentrate a bit on what is going on and who is trying to imitate ‘A’ while I actually know that no one would be a better cast for someone as bitchy and cruel as ‘A’ than me. So maybe, dear producers, I did not just end my high school time with playing Romeo (in Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, of course – including a fulminant and highly praised performance of a stage death!) I am playing the role of my life every single day – 24/7 – fabulous me, fashionable myself and fascinating I. Any questions left? Call me!
That’s all. For now!
P.S. No1: Knowledge of the Day (sponsored by wonderful K): Luck is often just composed of making the (conscious) decision to be happy!
No2: I so can’t wait to get my US July Vogue having immaculate Emma Watson on the Cover starting into a new life after Harry Potter (say bye bye Emma!) and a new age because she turned 21! Congratulations and ‘oh, how beautiful thou’ art my dear, dear Lady’. XO – R
In every century there are great love stories…in every history there are even greater writers creating those. They touch our hearts, they make us feel and the let us cry over joy, over loss, over fantasising that true love is there worth waiting for.
Centuries fade irrevocably…histories change undeniably…societies develope differently…but the only thing that seems to be surviving wars, death, poverty, fear, anxiety and grief are stories about love like Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde or Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy. It seems to be love is the only thing that remains unbeatable throughout centuries, history and throughout all the tragical, drastical movements, changings and developments the world faces every single day.
And that is acutally the major issue in all our problems. Love is something society puts inside our heads with all their great stories of people who fight every single fight for love with all their strength and all their power and all their so-called might, but what society is not really telling you is that most of those great, great love stories all end the same (except for Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy) – in a calamity, in broken hearts and in millions of tears. Romeo and Juliet die. And so do Tristan and Isolde. Without each other. Then, we have to realize that everything we will do in our lives connected with love is suffer. That is the only actual thing love is good for. Seperating the strong ones from the weak ones.
Those who are strong will survive the struggle and the pain of love and losing it, keeping on living and fighting for their own dreams, realizing everything only works out if you rely on the only person you can really trust – yourself! Those who are weak have to face the fact that life is not about being happily in love forever and ever, but about living and breathing and enjoying every single second of this life – even if it is alone or with someone at your side, temporarily. Nothing is meant to last forever anymore. The spirit of a love being so strong to last entirely until the end of times is dead. Just like true love is.
So when it comes down to being realistic all we seem to be…is human. And humans obviously do have flaws – the biggest one, believing in love. And even though I know that my irrational, realistic brain is telling me to not believe in love anymore there is a part inside me that still believes. But gives up every single day a bit more on the thought of being with a man truly in love with me, who Ican be truly in love with.
Fact is…love is dead. But what if…what if…what if…it isn’t?
Thank God Valentine’s Day is over!
P.S. Still if we are afraid of falling in love isn’t there something inside ourselves that keeps the faith in love alive?! Aren’t we all longing for a love to leave the loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for, a love to paint skies colourful for, a love to give up all the doubts for? Aren’t we all looking for that one special person looking you in the eye saying ‘I am madly, deeply, truly, passionately in love with you? Aren’t we? I am.