Kevin Bronson on October 22nd, 2008

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[Morgan Kibby’s travels though Europe as M83’s keyboardist-singer continue. Previous chapters here.]

Chapter 10: The weather in Berlin is making me hallucinate. Practically hot, the sun is sweet as butter, and none of us got out of bed until 12:30 … lazy bums that we are.”  Everyone was being particularly sloth-like and I wasn’t about to stay on the bus, so I joined Lotje and a fellow friend of hers (also a tour manager), Gigsby, who was on hiatus from babysitting the White Lies for a night out on the town.

On the menu was a pub quiz at an Irish Bar, naturally all in German. The place was crammed with people, and I found myself admiring a handsome specimen at the bar until he caught me staring and pointedly started swapping spit with his boyfriend. Attention back on my Guinness, I successfully answered one question correctly over the course of the evening — unfortunately, it pertained to one of Sandra Bullock’s lesser accomplishments. We had a blast, though. Teaming with a really sweet German couple, we managed to come in last, with honors of course: We were proud winners of a jar of pickles.

I say it’s better we came in last. If we had landed somewhere in the middle, we would have won nothing! Who says it sucks to lose? Lotje and I bought fresh pretzels from a man walking through the pub, and we blushingly took some serious teasing from bar owners and patrons alike. After trying to break down the doors of a closed bowling alley, we settled on billiards, and Lotje and I repeatedly got our butts whipped by Gigsby.

I actually hate off days. It makes me feel for a brief moment like we’re done touring and I fall out of the Eat-Unpack-Play-Sleep routine. In some ways it makes me realize I miss home. I do, I do!”  I miss home tonight …