|At the Prinz Willy: love the place, love the guy!|
It was something of an arduous ride to Kiel. The driver of our mitfahrgelegenheit, Thomas, clearly did this for a living and treated it so; that is to say, he took breaks frequently and frustrated the people he "worked" with. After five hours of Chingy and other equally bad hip-hop, I waited for the intermittent Michael Jackson song like a man in the desert waits for a bead of sweat to roll down his forehead so he can drink it down like sweet, sweet rain.
I was hot, and I was cranky.
So it was really nice when we arrived in Kiel and found our venue, The Prinz Willy, with minor effort. Dan and I were eating pizza (the Knäckebrot barely sustaining us for the last seven hours) just across from the bar when a rather smily man and his rather friendly dog approached us. Why, it was Willy himself and his lovely Lila!
He let us hang out in the bar while he took her for a walk and we set up and did sound check. Leah, an employee there, told us Dan's music had been on a few radio stations this week, but we kept our hopes in check. It was a Tuesday, and weekday performances are always a gamble.
|Dan on stage.|
Except - by 7:00 the bar was already halfway full. Dan was scheduled to go on at 8:30, and I was especially excited because I was going to sing with him for a few songs. We played a few rounds of Yaniv, drank some beer, and by 8:28 we couldn't really take it anymore because the bar was effing PACKED and there was barely even standing room and the show was about to start. So he played, and I sang (okay, only three songs, but those three songs ROCKED YOUR SOCKS OFF and some girls even came up to me in the bathroom later and were like, "Hey you, you were great" and I felt totally cool and psyched and happy with the vibrations of the world) and the audience clapped and cheered and asked for an encore and we sold like, FIFTEEN CDs, and Willy gave us more beer and then made us the most DELICIOUS SANDWICHES I've ever eaten with cheese and cucumbers and cheese and tomatoes and hot baguette and more cheese, and then he gave us sleeping bags and pillows and left us with the key to the bar and we slept inside the bar on a looong leather couch, and we were happy there was Wifi so we could watch an episode of South Park before we went to sleep, and then it was morning and Willy knocked on the door and made us the most DELICIOUS BREAKFAST with toast and Nutella and cup after cup of coffee, and Lila the Dog cuddled Dan and Mozart the Cat cuddled me and it was just the BEST DAY EVER.
|Mozart: a round cat.|
Then Willy told us he was "going gussy with Lila for making shitting," and then it was really the best day ever.
|Lila, in all her innocence.|
*Note: I've spelled "gussy" phonetically and definitely not in the actual German, but I think it's hilarious that Germans have a word that specifically means "take your dog to the park so she can poop." Our host and friend Daniel confirmed this, and for me, two Germans is all it takes for something to be official.
|Sitting happy as a hen the day after the show.|
|Kiel is at the very northern tip of Germany,|
so Sweden and Norway are mere ferry rides away from here!