God is a DJ

Do you know the feeling? This inner thirst? Like a vampire who`s long for blood. Usually I get this thirst Friday at 16 o’clock. But sometimes you sit together with a friend and ask yourself: How the fuck can we stench our thirst? We sat in a Bowling Hall, drank a beer (thanks to Aki, who brought free beer) and looked at each other. If he is a good friend of yours, then you do not need any words. It’s just the look and you know each other thoughts. “We need to go out tonight.” Thirst: Check! Money: Check! Place to sleep: One call! Check! (thanks to Princess Löllifee) Yeah, even at my age you can be spontaneous. One hour later we arrived in Münster. It’s Wednesday and the beginning of the new semester. Münster was crowded with a lot of people and everybody was in a good mood. Perfect condition. We went to our party-place and we were a little bit confused when we saw a big cross at the wall. 

“I knew it, God is a DJ!” We drank Veltins beer, tapped. Danced, switched the light on on the dance area and my friend felt in love (same procedure as every party night)

I need to revise my former statement. With Veltins beer you will never have the perfect condition for a good party.

5 hours later…

My friend came (after his love wasn’t big enough anymore or the girl kicked him) back to our sleeping place and slept on the couch (1.10 m) in the kitchen. And then we woke up. Holy shit!!! Headache of dread, dizzy belly and a drugged brain.

Veltins, one of the worst beers in world. And I tasted a lot of beers. At the moment I’m drinking Lasko.

What kind of people do you need to be to name your football stadium after this gnat’s piss? Never mind and hail Stauder. 

Next time I’ll tell you why I have to love Veltins actually.