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...ARTS PHOTOGRAPHY: Richard Avedon EXHIBITIONS: Art that rocks! CINEMA: Back to a digital future BOOKS: A poet's pub crawl...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Complete list of articles | 10/7/2004 | See Source »

...Could I interest you in a pub crawl?” inquired a lady as I was standing in East Berlin’s Hackescher Market with my friend Philippe and two travel companions. As the four of us hesitated, the lady went on in a thick English accent to invite us to join a pub crawl organized that night, with free entrance to the bars and clubs and free shots, all for a ten-euro...

Author: By Brian J. Park, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Swede and Sour | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

...organized pub crawl sounded touristy and gimmicky, but hell, free shots were a tempting offer. And I’d made this two-week stop in Berlin—in between my summer research trip in Ukraine and returning home to Korea—for no reason other than Berlin’s party town reputation (and that Philippe and another recent Harvard grad I knew were there...

Author: By Brian J. Park, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Swede and Sour | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

...that night, Philippe and I joined the pub crawl. This was my chance to ditch the “Harvard student” tag and join the international crowd in Berlin as a regular party dude. We joined the other would-be revellers (mostly American and Australian students) and toasted our bottle of complementary beer, exchanging introductions and soon moving on to overt flirtation. I was getting pretty, you know, excited for the night...

Author: By Brian J. Park, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Swede and Sour | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

...however, the pub crawlers did not prove the hardcore partygoers they pretended to be. By the time we had reached the final destination, a famous Berlin nightclub, most of the group that started out were gone. Philippe and I called up two recently-met party-buddies, Swedish-speaking Finns Lala and Djingis (yes, these are their actual names). This was turning into something like our previous party nights in Berlin, where our inability to speak German prevented us from any fruitful socializing. I started dancing with abandon on the dance floor, resigning myself to the situation...

Author: By Brian J. Park, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Swede and Sour | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

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