'to dance on the counter'

before i start this post i have to say something terrible: I am at Starbucks. Yeah, because of the internet access. and it s kinda fun to be here after having worked my ass off at the very much the same looking Starbucks coffeeshop in Berlin.
But thats not the most terrible thing to admit right now. My nephew is sitting right next to me, painting me. Now thats lovely in itself, I support artistic development of our kiddos, but guess what he just did: He sat there in the couch, singing happily: "I take you to the coffee shop...."
Yeah, Mr. 50 Cent, you got them all.
And now, fuck off. Please.
I know that I've stated several times that I like that song, because of Mr. God is a DJ. Thats all, it has personal value so to say and I am prejudiced, I don't have a near to objective point of view here....but I DO THINK that this shit is for adults only. I hate the thought of young teenagers thinking they have to lick the lollipop just because it seems to be cool.
Of course, they should do that if they find they like it, but not at the vulnerable age of 12 to 15, if you ask me.
but thats just my humble opinion...anyways.

so now back to my original post:
there is a german proverb that says: to dance on the counter' and it pretty much means literally dancing on the counter, which is of course a sign of a wild party of the sort we like it....it means everybody went sorta nuts and everybody let their inhibitions go and dance wildly and freely, um, yeah, on the counter.(see link)

So, during my last nights in Berlin, my beloved, beloved Berlin, I had to go out with my beloved Mira a last time, as we've spent pretty much the whole last year partying together (it sounds more than it was..I mean, we were hard working students, really, lol, and, um, yes, we didn't go out THAT often....teeheee...)
Now, every single time she and I went out together, something crazy happened.(clap!clap!) My god, actually, when I started blogging I kept thinking 'oh jeeeesus, I have to write this down!' whenever we happened to indulge into Berlin's beautiful, cheap and wild nightlife....
Well, towards the end of our nights in Berlin we, um, for some reason, I swear I NEVER THOUGHT THAT WOULD HAPPEN, but we happened to kiss each other, more than once or twice....sweet sweet kisses, I say, and no regrets... ;-)
So, our last night together in Berlin, she and I pretty tired and freezing (yes, this summer bloody sucked this year in Berlin!) at Bar 25. We felt like, yeah, this is our last night out and we chill like that, thats a betrayal....Sitting in the way too comfortable couches just in front of the Spree (our river), electronic sound surrounded us....I fell asleep. When I woke up again I saw her talking to this guy....Yeah, now THATS my Mira! Always up for a chitchat with some sexy motherfucker!
Tired I join the conversation and within a few moments each of us held a hard drink in the hand and the guy was like "um, do you want to go dancing?"
Mira and I looked at each other and laughed. Yeah, we have to want. We know we don't want, but we know as well we have to want. It s our last night. So we better do!
On our way back in he suddenly stops and goes like:"oh i know a way better place in Kreuzberg. Wanna come? I pay the taxi..."
Mira and I look at each other.
A broad smile appears on her face. Oh you crazy motherfucker! I know you'll say yes!
The taxi stops. We look out and - the bar we stopped in front of is - dark. Nobody there.
The guy, lets call him, um, Arkan, stands already in the door "come on!"
Hesitatingly we look at him.
"it s my bar! come on, it s warm and we can have whatever drinks we like!"
Now, thats cool, and I love that kind of crazy things happening in my life, but I am also not totally naive and stupid. I know that and when I have to be cautious. I know that I can trust my intuition and that I can handle situations of a certain kind, so I whisper into Mira's ear "yeah, lets go!"
A piano.
I start playing. Music fills the air, I regret not having practiced enough but I love it so much.
He mixes some cocktails, the light is smooth like honey and Mira looks just beautiful down there.
I love her like that. It s our time now. Our time....
We sit down, smoke fine cigarettes and drink....suddenly the music switches over to some hot funk. OH MY GOD!
The sound swirls through the air, hits me in the middle of a drag of the cigarette, untightens my reason and baths me in a sudden rush of love to my heart.....haha, reading this ....hahaha. that sounds cheesy. yeah.
*chuckles*
well okay. we dance and dance, I am loose and so is the guy.
One glance in his eyes and I know what he is about to say!
"LETS DANCE ON THE COUNTER"
yeah!
wild joy of love to life fills me....I get on the counter and start dancing like its my last dance....Mira is still hesitating but I know sooner or later she'll join. She drinks life like an old Irish bastard Guiness.

Just the both of us up there. boy, this guy is lucky. As a guy, I would have loved to see that. She is so tender. She is so smooth and her moves just so .... find a word for me, please~!
He opens up a bottle of champaign, and oh my god how freakin cheesy! splashes it all over us. Mira and I giggle, we can't stop. Thats too much.....
Her tongue all over my face....Or is it my tongue on her face? the champaign pearls taste like sparkeling stardust...her tongue is sweet and .... it s a girl's tongue! Her hands are soft and fragile....The moment is full of love....and when he is gone....to use the bathroom or whatever.....we start kissing......kisses like the rising sun, on the counter, dancing on the counter.....once in a lifetime....
and we did it. Gosh, girl, we had our dance on the counter! There is nothing that can take this memory away from us, never!
And I love you for being so crazy and daring and joyfully alive!

That was surely the climax of the evening...the guy later invited three of his friends and that fucked the atmosphere up...they were, as opposed to him, quite obviously horny and just not gentlemen...he was, thats for sure, he was....but a pretending gentlemen but I would be the last to accuse him for wanting to have a threesome joy that night....i mean, thats perfectly allright, as long as you can handle reality!!!
although he polittely asked why one kiss would matter and even tried to kiss me, he couldn't make it and didn't. because, as I said before, I know how to handle this kind of thing. I know when to stop....

In the grocery store across the street I invited Mira for breakfast.
Black coffee and croissants.
We looked at each other....and laughed
The poor guy, she said, giggeling, the poor guy........