So, do you guys wanna sit down with those guys in the capes or what?

As promised, more details on Blood Night in Berlin.

We’d all had a pretty long day on top of a ridiculously huge dinner. Rather than going out right after the meal, we decided we’d all benefit from a little time back in our room, rolling around on our beds in beached whale-like, overstuffed, pants unbuttoned misery.

3 out of 6 of us did not make it back out that night.

But even after the warm goat burger, French fries, brownie sundae, and giant soda (Don’t judge me! We were all fools.), I somehow managed to drag myself back out of bed.

The three of us went out in search of something to do, but having no ideas whatsoever, and speaking no German whatsoever, this proved more challenging than we originally anticipated. Our nearest options were an extremely crowded bar, a German comedy club, or this other place that looked like it had potential. There were quite a few people standing around the door, so we decided to check it out. We made our way to the entrance, pushing past a few people in trench coats, and we saw a sign that said “Blood Night.” Because we were intrigued and had no better ideas, we decided to see what it was all about. I led the way inside the dimly lit front room and this burly man barked “fünf euros.” We were all pretty clueless when it came to German, but I deduced that he was saying 5 euros. This was partly because he was holding 5 fingers up to help me out.

 

We couldn’t actually see into the place because there was a curtain that separated the front room from the rest. We decided we didn’t really want to pay fünf euros with no guarantee it would be any fun, so we left. Unfortunately nothing else around seemed any better, so it was back to Blood Night.

 

It was a good decision.

 

We all parted with our fünf euros and found ourselves standing there not knowing what to do. We slipped past a group of guys wearing capes, through the curtain and into Blood Night. Can I just say how out of place we looked? There I was in a blazer and everyone else was in crazy costumes, decked out as either a vampire or a villager. The place was dark and eerie with red glowing lights, and they were playing German death metal. There was a dance floor where people were standing alone, swaying to themselves and making weird hand gestures up to the sky. Swaying is pretty much my only dance move, so we gave it a try. It was strange, but just as I was getting into it the music abruptly changed to Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire.” But not the normal “Ring of Fire”…this was death metal “Ring of FIREEEEEEEEEE (Insert violent screaming here).”

 

After a bit more swaying, we sat down at a big table and noticed that there were skeletons under our feet. I snapped a picture and heard an abrupt man-scream. Out of the shadows appeared one of the vampires, shielding his eyes. In English said “Oh, PLEASE! A little warning the next time! It’s so bright!”

This is when we decided they may actually have been real vampires, and we left. Strange experience, but totally worth every single cent of that fünf euros!