Finish in LA

Yeah, I am quite finished I have to say. After a party night with Jerry and a bunch of really nice American boys and girls I am not as fresh as I used to be I have to admit. Also this city hopping is a little bit tiring over the time... so now from LA we wont see too much anymore - well, except another night club tonight in Santa Monica;-)... and then on monday it is already ending - wow, that was fast in fact... some more days on the road would have been very, very welcome but yeah, my personal financial bankruptcy is already complete enough I would say...
So my beloved ladies and gentlemen, see you soon in London, Vienna or whereever for living the good life and have fun, Christoph!!!!

Days of madness

Yes, we are in Vegas... VEGAS BABY VEGAS - wahooooooooo!!!! And I am sitting here with a slight hangover and have 20mins to write a clever posting about Sin City... what shall I say... this city IS pure madness... the Strip is kind of unbelievable... completely surreal... everywhere Casinos that are ridicously huge and trashy... you have pyramids, Roman temples, Venetican palaces, fairy tale castles, pirate ships... and did I mention that everything is f***ing HUGE!?! And there is this huge (of course) Stratosphere tower where yesterday I conquered my fear of heights... by doing these ridicolous rides on the top of the 350metres whatever tower right over the Strip... words cannot convey that... well, at least I didnt scream like a little girl as was Faby Baby next to me (hehehe)... okay, admittedly, I was frozen out of fear... you know rollercoasters and these rides where you are pushed 50metres up in the air with incredible speed and then down again? Well, do THAT on the top of Stratosphere tower and you know how we felt (before and afterwards..)... Afterwards we HAD to go gambling (side note - when you gamble here you get free booze... I guess the clever ones already know where that leads to...)... where I lost 30bucks at the roulette (of course not my fault... my strategy was flawless... but in the 15mins it took to evaporate my 30bucks there was 3 times ZERO coming up on that f***ing table!!! SHIT!!!)... Consequently we had to drink on... as a sideproduct we produced - in close cooperation with Mr Jim [Beam - for the innocent] -our amazing birthday present for Chrisitiano... wahooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! My brother - when you get it, always remember that we actually LOVE you (hehehe)... Alrighty, tonight we are going to see a VERY classy show called Crazy Girls that should be appropriately fitting the roadtrip experience (it was voted the best topless show in Vegas - right on!!)... Have a good day and see you later boys and girls!!! P.S.: Yes Christiano - we LOVE you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Fabolous Fab in the Grand Canyon

Yeah, you are right - here should be a photo of that grand happening... Unfortunately we have some technical and financial difficulties... sooooooooooooo... you have to use your imagination (which is of course even better than any picture, isnt it?!? - and who said that you dont have to use your brain cells to fully decipher and embrace this masterpiece [my blog!!]???)... Sooooooooooo... just imagine... FabyBaby... the wide-open overwhelming view of the Grand Canyon... a pink bathrobe... can you see it??? Damn it, close your eyes, drink some wodka, smoke something or whatever and IMAGINE!!!! Isnt it amazing??? Hah??? And now imagine you have to travel with that guy for 18 days through the States... (yes, the guy who runs around in a super-pink pimp-bathrobe in the grand canyon!!) - welcome to my world!!!!

MITCH ON ROUTE 66!!!

Oh yeah, you read it right!!!
Today we cruised over the real, the one and only route 66!!! And after making an amazing photo session and video (which may be posted in the future) we drove on and suddenly Faby Baby made me stop, jumped out of the car like a maniac (well, he is doing that and other non-postable stuff regularly so I wasnt exactly worried), went to the trunk and came back with a lovely little package!!!!
Wahooooooo - I like presents anyway so that would have already been cool (even if there had been a cooking book in there or something in that vein...) but wait...
Yeah, there was a CD in it, handmade by the Cottage girls and stuffed up with AMAZING songs (yes, songs that I find amazing - no stupid comments now!!!)... BAYWATCH, ACE OF BASE, KUNG FU FIGHTING, ABBA, MICHAEL JACKSON and so on and so on... the elite of pop put together on one disc!!!!! HUGE THANKS GIRLS, that may be worth some further supplies of Mozart balls;-)...
Yeah, what shall I add... cruising over Route 66 with the Baywatch song thundering out of the boxes, no other car on the road and Faby Baby squeezing out screams of panic and disgust next to me while being forced to listen... what can you whish else for?!?
Heaven came to earth today - and of course I am not a bit surprised that it came in the form of good old Mitch...

Day of the gun

Yeah, yeah I know... its wanna-be manly, its stupid, its without any sense, its American...
BUT its also tremendous FUN :-)!!!!
The clever ones already know what I am talking about, the not so clever ones... guys, just stop reading my blog and change over to Faby Baby's (hehehe)...
Yes, OF COURSE I am talking about going to a shooting range, picking up a good old Steyr and a Heckler & Koch handgun and shoot the shit out of target person pictures - wahoooooo, America, the land of the free, brave and well-armed - here we go!!!!
By the way a little anecdote on lovely Faby Baby - when asked which type of target picture he wanted he instantly answered with bloodlust in his voice "I WANT THE BLACK GUY!!!".
And people say that its ME (!!) who makes slightly non-PC jokes... guys, I was scared then!!!
Well, after I saw him shooting I wasnt that scared any more;-)...
That was it then more or less for yesterday, lots of driving, a cosy motel for the night and a good long sleep (well, ask Faby Baby about that... but dont tell me I didnt warn you about that...)... yeah, living the good life!!!!

Day and night of embarrassment

Na ja.
Interesting last day and night in San Diego. First we wanted to rock the beach in the sun - just to find out that on one day per year sunny San Diego is not that sunny but windy and clouded. Good for the surfers, not so good for us.
Then the night came.
And it got worse.
First we were sitting in the hostel and kind of planning our further journey (in case you can call saying "well, ah... we can decide that spontanously tomorrow in the car, cant we?!" PLANNING...), then funny French Amory came along. He told us from this club with the MASSIVE que in front and was absolutely pumped about it (in fact he was so pumped that he repeated three times that he has to change and wear a "skirt" for going there... jaja... the French...). Consequently we followed.
And hell yes, the que was MASSIVE.
Somewhen while waiting for one and a half hours we found out the reason why the que was so massive... it was an 18+ party (for the uninitiated - normally clubs and bars and alcohol and obviously everything that is fun is just for 21 years up here in the US)... the rest you can imagine... And it was 20 bucks to come in... but at that time we couldnt cancel it anymore without breaking Amory's heart by letting him alone with his skirt...
Well, nothing really to add anymore... a bunch of 18years, trying desperately to look cool and start making out with ANYTHING of the other gender side (more or less). Then one girl smashed by frantically waving her arms around my glasses.
My NEW glasses.
That was enough then. Over and out.
We went home (okay, first a sissy beer in a great jazz-life-band bar... that was kind of compensating...).
What have we learned of that?
Dont go to 18+parties and dont trust long ques...

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

I have found a new nickname for my lovely travelmate... the clever ones of you may already guess which one... the not so clever ones - well, get smarter and think!!
The reason is simple - one day this guy is the last one to leave (under constant protesting) the party room, Jim Beam bottle and (my) cigarettes (!!) firmly attached to his hands, on the next day he is as tame as a baby puppy and wants to go for coffee in the evening (so yeah, Simone missed out tonight - hehehe)!!
Na ja, while writing these lines I am already thrilled which side today is coming out...
Besides this amazing intimate discovery of Faby Baby's inner mental structure the highlight yesterday consisted of a little monkey, being obvioulsy stoned from toes to nose and making the 35bucks entry fee to the San Diego Zoo kind of bearable...
Now we are off to the beach, sunbathing our glorious bodies and showing the wanna-be surfers there where god lives...

Day of hangover

Yeah - first long and booze-infested club night yesterday night in sunny San Diego... in a bar called "Whiskey girl" which more or less already says everything what you need and ever want to know about this extravagant event location;-)... It all ended up in the party room of our hostel with the already mentioned bottle of Jim Beam and crescended (does this word exist?? well, who cares...) into a slightly pretentious headache this morning... but it was all good and tonight it continues in a pub crawl... Faby Baby is already very excited... ja ja... Simone, Simone from Nottingham... hehehe (am I allowed to post stuff like that here??? hmmm, let me think.... hell yes, it is MY blog, my kingdom - muahahahahaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!)..
Besides that yesterday evening was characterised by shitty cider that doesnt deserve that name and the shittiest (GAYEST - sorry, I know... but... my blog, my kingdom, you know the deal...) cocktail I ever had to down in my life... and a Jagerbomb - which is a terrible, terrible mutation of my beloved Jagermeister - what a sin!!!
Alrighty, I wont molester you now with further useless whining about the desperate drinks-situation (I WANT MY MAGNERS OR MY STRONGBOW, AND I WANT IT NOW - I HATE THAT HERE!!!) and have a look for Faby Baby who rightfully suffered this morning a lot (see post below - bastard!!) - hehehe...

Day of betrayal

Lads and ladies, it is already the next day and I am still in a condition of serious shock.
He has betrayed me. Faby Baby has betrayed me!!!
It happened yesterday in the morning. Innocently and good-natured as I am I am going for a shower. And what do I see when I come back?
I dont know, but something broke inside my heart. And I fear it will never heal again...
He shaved!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The little bastard shaved in front of me!!!! And he was laughing!!!!
He broke the eternal pact of the road - not to shave for the length of the ultimate roadtrip, sworn in honor and trust...
Now I am alone on this roadtrip. Alone with my beard (that makes me look every day more like a homeless punk than before...) and bound together in the car with this untrustful piece of cow****!!!!
Well, this will have consequences... besides losing now even the poor remnants of his dignity and pride I also insisted of staying the night in Santa Barbara in a motel full of Origami (no joke... hundreds of Origami are hanging from the ceiling... take this, lowlife!!! [for the uninitiated - Faby Baby is a person whose calmness can only be rocked by very few aspects in life... one of them Origami - hehehe!!), but my just course of retaliation will continue...
Stay tuned for more...

Second post - wahooooooo!!!!!

Alrighty, I am sitting here in an incredibly luxurious motel room with two kingsize doublebeds, a bottle of Jim Beam and two pumpkins which we still have to carve into - and feeling pretty good.
Our first roadtrip day after the San Francisco sissy citytrip session was appropriately successful. Which in the first place means that we didnt wreck the car or drove over any children/old ladies/little puppets (although thats still on the list!!). Additionally we saw the biggest pumpkins in the world, tested the quality of some of the donated CDs (yes - they are great... DONT STOP ME NOW;-)...) and landed in a classy golf-playing coast village whose name I unfortunately already forgot (yes, I am still in there).
And here we were having a traditional - tataaaaaaaaaaaaa - English (!!) dinner with fish and chips, Guinness and marvelous Magners cider (ja ja... sissy beer... shut up!!).
So far so good... the mood is still great, I didnt yet find a reason to beat the shit out of the little German (although he is bitching about my smoking breaks - well, the smokers are just cooler, get over it - hehehe) and tomorrow we will drive a lot and bless some kind of beach with the pleasure of sustaining our luxurious bodies...
Alrighty, now I will have some more good-night sips from Mr Jim, sing a cosy sleeping-in song for little Fabs and write one or the other postcard (one of these three things is a lie...)...
Keep it up in funny Europe and check back if you want to know how that all continues...

WELCOME!!!

Ja hey boys and girls!!!
This my first entry in this blog of mine on the roadtrip of the century - wahooooooo!!! Yeah, I know, its already day 3 of the trip but we had some... ah... technical issues to evercome first... and time is running short (especially when you are in San Francisco and want to see everything from Alcatraz, over the hippie street to the biggest gay quarter I have ever seen...)... so yeah, but in the coming two weeks I definitely want to raise the pace of blogging a little bit.
Besides this funny blog we are already making tons of pictures and videos... dont know yet how much of that we can actually post as the uploading is always a huge pain in the ass but at least text-wise I will keep you up-to-date and the other stuff I can show to you later on (besides - little Fabian in his German way [was a must;-)] is already going berserk and putting videos and pictures on his blog as far as I get that... I am more going down the... ah... relaxed route here - hehehe).
Alrighty, before I am going to bed now for being fresh for driving our Limousine tomorrow a short status update:
It is very cool at the moment. We kind of adapted to the States after these first 3 days and now gearing up to get to the real stuff after cosy city sightseeing here in San Francisco - meaning driving the car, pulling an "easy-rider", sleeping in dodgy cockroach-infested Motels, challenging drunk Truckers on the pool table, racing against the highway police and getting hammered in style in cheap strip clubs/biker bars/etc...
Yeah, so far the plan... over the coming days I will enlighten you with its execution...
See you soon and have fun!!!

P.S.: Yes, I added that picture... from now on every day such a Chrispy meets James Dean picture - right on!!!