Ok, on to that rowdy evening of January the 19th. It all started calm enough. We hooked up with the Carhartt and Pointer people of Scandinavia in the hotel lobby. The Toft brothers Ed and Brian of Hanon were there as well. And Sundance and Sjöbusen from Footish. Since I didn’t want to walk anywhere in the rain we got a few cabs to take us to the Pointer Dinner @ Soho House Berlin… About 500 meters from our hotel… And after wandering around in the lobby for a while, they directed us to the dinner room on 2nd floor. John from Footpatrol and another bloke from Size? were there already – as were a few other known and unknown faces.

For those of you who don’t know we have a traditional burger dinner at The Bird every BBB. Well, I make it sound like it is our dinner – but it is really Pontus and Happy Rabbit’s dinner. This year we were invited to the Pointer dinner a few weeks before Pontus invited us – for that same day… I am still bummed that we missed that Bird dinner.

But, no shadow shall fall on the Pointer dinner. Food was grade A – and company was… well… I was sitting next to Brian all evening. And when he have had a few beers, I can’t understand a Scottish word he’s saying. No – I’m just kidding Brian – It was a treat to sit next to you, and thank you for laughing at my jokes. I’ll see you and Ed in Vegas. We will eat nothing but Nobu – I know you love that place.

Another thing about the Pointer dinner. The waitress was really good at topping up my glass. Gave me a good foundation for the evening. When dinner was done – or, maybe even a little while before the dinner was done we headed out. Options were: The Bird for 2nd dinner, Adidas Originals Party or the WeSC party. The WeSC party is usually where everyone end up. And it is usually the rowdiest party. Last summer I ended up walking home, drunk as a skunk in pouring rain…. not a sober decision.

Anyways, it turned out everybody left The Bird to go to the Adi party. But, time was running out so we took a cab to the WeSC party instead and figured that the people we knew at the adidas party would come to the WeSC party anyway. And if you were Swedish, the WeSC party was the place to go to. Most, if not all people were there. Lots of friends, expected and unexpected. Most unexpected to me must have been Aziz. And most expected… I don’t know – except for WeSC people – Jonas perhaps?

Well – and so it begun. Or kept on rather. Beer after beer, drink after drink. Before you know it, you are standing on the floor with your t-shirt tied up to show your belly (and thank you to all of you who has sent me pictures of this to remind me). One pocket inside out. Flipping the bird to Johan’s camera. Dancing butt-cheek to butt-cheek with David. Telling Greger that I say Wäsk and not Ui Ess See about 15 times (he still didn’t promise me any trip to LA or anything this time… might have to hook up with him later on to squeeze some kind of undeliverable promise out of him), and oh yeah – I even think I gave Johnnyballe a lap dance and some girl from the Shelta crew gave me a wedge. It was like a anti-alcohol commercial.

In my own defense I would say that I wasn’t really that drunk – I was just trying to uplift the spirit of the party. And I think I did a good job in that area. However, judging by the pics below I might have been a bit drunk after all.