I am a proven Karnvevalsschiff. At Carnival, born into a carnival family. My mother came from a night of carnival event and said she had stomach muscles from laughing, a few hours later I was there (and was thankfully not "stomach muscles" baptized). Mardi Gras experience is therefore available.
And yet it is me this year after 6 days of continuous Alaaf happened the first time that my voice now and then me in the lurch - so there are still first times. Here is an extract of the first times of the carnival 2010: For the first time
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- loss of voice (my boss was delighted that can finally work in tranquility)
- Carnival in Kölle watched live (otherwise accessible only by Koelsch and cheese snacks while watching TV, "Mr. Allelic pictures!")
- six days in a row consistently without a break pulled
- since quite a long time actually celebrating a carnival evening completely alcohol-free (works)
- gay sailors, princesses and clowns gebützt
- brought chocolate bumps (you should stop watching the Zoch also look Zoch, not chat)
- worn a purchased costume
- for real Stewardess been kept ("Yeah, we landed this morning, Cologne, and had no more buck, zumzuziehen us")
What else?
Most of the time I felt old, and apparently it looked young. The fun new favorite bar Mrs Zimthuhn met (including cherry snapper). With a nice navy officer verquatscht the evening and still do not want to have his number. With a nice young Swat team member verquatscht the evening and his numbers do not have. Cologne flirted with a cute Dutch, who wanted to pair me for, but then was not so sure if he is to me rather not win for themselves - and even then .... no want to have numbers.
danced, laughed geschunkelt, caught candy (never was the second "L" so important), singing, drinking, burnt the Nubbel.
Em end I found myself Ash Wednesday morning at half past one in the clown costume in my favorite kebab shop in the middle of otherwise unkstümierten people (you know the painting "Nighthawks" by Edward Hopper - so one could have been there can paint great) and was of God points out that Carnival, the world can not even be good / to be (thanks to the young man who has embellished his selfless gift of a hungry people my world view).
It was a peaceful carnival, which relaxed me and somehow grounded again everyday releases. I will be able to live off of it for a while - all that is so, as it should be. Who has never experienced, it is not understood, but there will be some who sit in front of the monitor nodding in agreement - they have understood what means carnival.
In this sense, "dreimol Kölle Alaaf"
Yvonne from your Wipperfürth
(another story) ;-)
PS My song for Ash Wednesday: humble me Lord
You - Norah Jones
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