Wave Gotik Treffen part the second

One thing that bothered me about the WGT, particularly on the catwalk (which I suppose is unsurprising), was the blatant once-overs-with-added-sneer that people gave us whilst we were innocently walking along, minding our own business. I mostly tend to be oblivious to such things, and even I noticed it, and it really saddened me. I thought that the people at such an event would *mostly* be decent and unjudgemental sort of folk, what with that being the whole fucking idea behind the subculture, but apparently not. I guess what I was disappointed with was that they were  just normal people on the inside, no matter how much black they wore to disguise their ultimately shallow characters. I'm sure there were awesome people there too, but unfortunately it was the not-so-awesome ones that attracted my attention in this case. However, I didn't let my mild disillusionment spoil my weekend, and so by some rather nifty Zen navigation that involved stalking people on the tram who looked like they could listen to Lacuna Coil, we got to the massive Kohlrabizirkus.

Lacuna Coil is one of my favourite bands, so I enjoyed them despite 3 minor issues I had with their show. Number one was that their sound wasn't particularly good; the music drowned out their singing quite often which was a pity because Cristina Scabbia has a beautiful voice. Number two was my own fault, but I was kind of disappointed that they played so little from Karmacode and Shallow Life; mostly their new stuff which I haven't listened to yet. It was probably a good set if I'd just known more of the songs, but at least they played Our Truth, one of my favourites. The third minor inconvenience was standard concert issues, which was I had two fooking tall gentlemen in front of me obscuring my view (a lot). But seeing as they weren't doing anything particularly spectacular visually, I was happy to just listen to the music.

After that, we decided to go back to our hotel, but when we got there we were still waaay too hyped up from general excitement and red bull to go to sleep, so I cleverly thought of going upstairs to the bar on the 27th floor to drink whisky, which is what we did. It was quite a spectacular view, and we had some very nice whisky which made me very sleepy, as it always does. The bar staff were particularly sweet and helpful; one of them even walked us to the elevator, called it for us and stood chatting while we waited for it! It's possible that she thought we needed some help at that point, but it was very nice of her and made me feel all important and grown-up.

So that was Friday. Next up, adventures in fine arts and chain maille bikinis.