Coversations with Tif

Courtesy of Life.com

Conversation with Tif on MSN messanger
30/11/2006
10:54:35

Sabrina: hey
Sabrina: quick question
Sabrina: do you know a guy in london named saywd from bangladesh who works in financial something or other?
Sabrina: he is 23
Tif: hey
Tif: why would i know him?
Sabrina: dunno
Sabrina: just thought you might
Sabrina: i met him in rome
Sabrina: and he was really nice, very older brotherly
Sabrina: and i think i gave him the wrong url for my blog
Sabrina: or he just hasn't gotten in contact
Tif: you are crazy
Sabrina: why?
Tif: there are 8 million people in London
Sabrina: yes, but you never know, do you?
Sabrina: i know you don't know everyone
Sabrina: but it was worth a shot
Tif: :)
Tif: an incredibly long shot babe
Sabrina: but still
Sabrina: a shot
Sabrina: :p
Sabrina: next time you are looking for someone in munich
Sabrina: who i *may* know
Sabrina: you can ask me
Tif: ok
Tif: i will
Tif: do you know Herman
Tif: Herman something or another?
Tif: he works in IT
Tif: :P

Le Conversations with Boy George

Boy George Le Fabulous DJ - Munich, September 7, 2006


Me: I think you're fucking fabulous
Him: [Eyes light up] Oh are you American?
Me: Yeah
Him: Where are you from?
Me: [shit shit shit] I live here in Germany
Him: Yeah but where in America are you from?
Me: [quietly] My parents are from Azerbaijan...
Him: Where?
Me:[pondering whether to make something up or launch into five hour story of where I am from] New York
Him: Oh [goes back to his albums]


Boy George Le Fabulous DJ - Munich, September 7, 2006

I love Boy George. I went to see him DJ for the first time earlier this year and was enthralled. My sister (the 80's child) was the biggest Boy George fan when she was 13 years old (I was 4), which means that I grew up on his music. When he smiles, he reminds me of how my sister was when she was a teenager, so full of life. In my mind, he is the way she was then, equally as passionate and energetic. He just puts on his music, grins cheekily and is simply happy. I love it. It takes me back to my rosy-colored childhood. And I love how he is nice to people. He lets them take photos, dance on stage, and signs album covers for them. He didn’t give a fuck about anyone.


Le Mini Urban Lifestyle Tourbus - Munich, September 7, 2006

Munich seemed to be full of life that night, the first time I've ever seen it like that when it isn't Octoberfest or the World Cup. First of all there was the Mini event where Boy George DJed. I also spotted two MTV VJs there and was very excited (Patrice and another one).


Then, Prada was open at 9 o'clock at night. There was a doorman outside and a velvet rope. We couldn't figure out why but there you go. And then Perfume premiered in Munich and we stumbled upon the after party:


Perfume After Party - Munich, September 7, 2006


Perfume After Party - Munich, September 7, 2006


Perfume After Party - Munich, September 7, 2006

We thought about sneaking in but didn't bother.


Glass Booth and Gigantic Speaker for the Pope - Munich, September 7, 2006

And preparations were underway for the Pope's visit to Munich this weekend. Unfortunately I was beer-gardening and didn't get to see the pope. But that's okay, I still thoroughly enjoyed myself hanging out with friends and catching some sun. The rest of my weekend was pretty chill. I learned to crochet flowers, which is nice :). And now I am about to pass out, so time to put some Scrubs on and go to sleep.

Le Conversations with the P1 Doorman

Paris Hilton, teary-eyed after being rejected by Bungalow 8 in New York after the VMAs. Courtesy of wwtdd.com


Me: [Teetering towards the entrance of the club, slowly, in heels, trying not to fall over]
Him: [Letting my friends in]
Me: [Strutting at a faster pace to catch up with friends and get let in] [I finally get to the door]
Him: [He stops me at the door. Sirens go off and a gate comes crashing down the entrance of the club. I am swarmed by militia ninja policemen dressed in black while a helicopter flies over my head. He pulls out a note pad and writes me a speeding ticket.] Do you know how fast you were going? Here is your fine. Pay at the bar.
Me: Does this fine come with a free drink?

I swear this is exactly what happened when I tried to get into P1 (the club in Munich). Except there were no sirens. Or gates. Or militia ninja policemen. Or helicopter. Yeah. It was kind of just me and him and a friend of mine. And by 'pulls out a note pad and writes me a speeding ticket' I actually I mean 'he stops me at the door, says "not so fast", makes me wait until he has asserted his power and satisfied his inferiority complex, and then he lets me in'. Eh. At least I got to dance to a remix of SexyBack.

Les Conversations with my Cousin

Cousin: Hebrewhebrewhebrew hebrewhebrew.
Me: uh huh. [smile]

***

Scene: Me and 10 year old cousin on couch. Me teaching cousin how to knit.

Her: Is this right?
Me: Here, always keep this on the right, I mean left. And hold this part with your shoe. With your shoe!!

***

Scene: In Muji, walking past the clothes

Her: Is this for men or for women?
Me: No this isn’t a Lebanese store. It’s Japanese.
Her: [stare] Is it for men?
Me: No it’s only Japanese. You know, Japan? Asia? China?
Her: [after long period of just staring] No no, not Lebanese. You know women, you are a women and then there are men. hebrewhebrewhebrew
Me: [stare]...[pause]...I don't know.

***

Scene: Crossing the street

Me: Come. Give me shoe!
Cousin: [gives me her hand]...[giggles]

***

Scene: In bed waking up. Rain pouring down outside

Me: It’s sunny outside.
Cousin: [smiles] [pause] [looks out the window]. It’s not sunny. It’s raining!
Me: Raining? What does sunny mean?

***

Cousin: Hebrewhebrewhebrew hebrewhebrew?
Me: [silence]…what?
Cousin: What time hebrewhebrew hebrew there?
Me: [silence]…..I don’t know.

***

Scene: Listening to Shakira

Her: What's the name of this song?
Me: Illegal
Her: Illingal?
Me. Illegal
Her: Illindwal?
Me: [melt]

Sigh. My brain hurts.