The next day (Saturday), we got up lateish, had brekkies at Starbucks (nom nom nom) and went off to meet another friend at the train station. She, having studied fine arts at school/varsity/both, was keen to see an art museum, so we went to the Museum der bildenden Kunste nearby. Now personally I find the fine arts just a LEEETLE bit pretentious, particularly modern art, but it turned out to have more of the good stuff than I was anticipating, and we had a nice time pretending to be cultured and refined, all the while clomping through in our dusty Doc Martens.
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| A really not very good photo to illustrate my outfit. A hint of pixie influence there... |
After that we parted ways, and went back to our hotel to collect picnic stuff (read: vodka, lemonade and red bull), having organised to meet everyone later at the Agra hall and catwalk area. We got there, only to find that we didn't have the right kind of wristbands to get our drinks into the area, so we waited for our other friends to come to the rescue and sneak our booze in for us, which they kindly did. After milling about a little and eating some sort of meal, which was possibly lunch but was actually brunch for me at 6pm, we went back into the market. Whilst there, we met another person that we know from our cult, who proceeded to win me over by promising to make me (for a price of course), a custom made chain maille bikini. The general consensus was that they would allow me to have material lining in the underwear, but not the top because it'd just not be "metal". I should mention that the garment is made up of steel AND rubber links, so it won't give me armour bite. Much.
Ah, the things we saw the second time round! I was mostly cognitively present this time, and so could do actual looking and buying of things, which I did quite restrainedly; it's amazing what being jobless and watching your bank account get slowly anorexic does for your self control. There was the shop that sold corsets made to look like skin, complete with nipples and occasional stab wounds (vaguely disturbing). There was the spike shop, with I-shit-you-not 6 inch and longer spikes on cuffs, vambraces and chokers. Straight spikes, nasty curved spikes that'd hook your face off with one misplaced arm-flail, regular rounded studs, full steel plates, you name it. Then there was this coat...
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| Who says men can't wear minis? |
...which was so awesomely awful we had to take a picture of it. There were zebra striped ones too but I didn't want my camera to actually die on me, so we refrained from taking any more photos of these abominations.
After this, we went into the hall to see some bands: Grendel, Funker Vogt, Combichrist and my favourite for the entire weekend: Aesthetic Perfection. These guys were amazing on stage, and not at all what I was expecting. The main dude (I don't know the bands' names and I'm too lazy to check) had real energy and pizazz, and his performance was kind of Mask-ish, probably helped by the actual mask he wore and his vague similarity to Jim Carrey.
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| Gorram tall people! |
After that, waaay pumped on music and red bull, we went to a club called the Moritzbastei, which is located in the only remaining part of the city's ancient fortifications, therefore it was dungeon-like and just a perfect venue for a goth club, naturally. They played a lot of EBM and industrial, which are genres that I'm slowly getting into at the moment so it was a nice way to discover new bands and also, the joy of dancing to them. I don't think I've ever danced as much at a club, mostly because I've never gone in with that amount of caffeine in my bloodstream, and it was so much fun. Once we'd bounced all energy out of our systems (and killed off our ear drums; damn the music was loud!), it was about 3am and a good time to go back to the hotel, take a much-needed shower, and pass out.
Sunday was sadly our last day there. We went to our friends' hotel to have our hair plaited and prettified; we're still not sure why, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. The Nameless Wonder ended up looking vaguely Hasidic jew-ish:
By the time we'd finished with that (plus some random and occasionally disturbing youtube videos), we were hungry and it was nearly time to go to the train station anyway, so we went there for lunch and more chitter-chatter until it was time for us to leave :(
The train journey was somewhat eventful; the driver pulled away while a door was still open, causing me to have near heart-failure when I heard an ominous thump that COULD have been someone being run over or something equally horrible, but thankfully was not. Then there was the ear-splitting screech every time it pulled into a station (really great for concert-ears, thanks!), and the delay on the tracks due to some other train having problems. But we got home safely in the end. I wish we'd been able to stay longer, but there is always next time...
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