My life has been overwhelming lately. So overwhelming, that I have a never-ending, ever-growing to do list that gives me the creeps with every quick check… and I also have an increasingly chaotic room back home that should have been tackled and cleaned-out long ago (like before I even thought of leaving for New York last YEAR (I also still haven’t changed my light-bulb….)).
The fact that I put all the “important” things off to be dealt with when in Zürich does not help either. I mean, the things I have to do are all things I could easily complete in Munich from the safety of my own (similarly messy) bedroom. But Munich has become this “non-real” place to me, a place I will be leaving in 2 short weeks, and where I never really attempted to settle in let alone get stuff done because I know I will be returning to my actual life and to “normal me” (as my best friend put it when I spoke to her on the phone on Friday) immediately after my internship.
“Munich me” survives off of peanut butter at my desk, eggs with spinach (green eggs?) and curries, goes to the gym nearly every night and often forgets to use body lotion or a face serum simply due to lack of discipline and energy (the horror, I know). She doesn’t blog often enough, or take frequent pictures, and is constantly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff she technically wants to get done, so she continuously writes a reminder for “Zürich me” to do when back in the real world, i.e. home, i.e where my actual life is.
But you see, what happens when I enter “real world Zürich me” is, I finally get to see my friends, spend too much time cooking because I can’t really do that in Munich and basically get nothing done because I am either: food shopping, eating, out with friends, at my favourite dance class or enjoying the comfort of having a big bed with plenty of wiggle room (if I rolled over in Munich I would land on the floor, on top of shoes and my lap-top).
Problem here: Knowing I only have 2 days to organize things I had been putting off for the rest of the week, I enter a state of even more desperation to get things done and ultimately get NOTHING done because I end up diving deeper under my covers and binge watching Dharma and Greg (which I sadly just finished, so of course immediately began with Weeds). It is a vicious circle I can’t seem to break out of…I mean, I am generally such an organized, do things immediately kind of person, that this “vacation” from needing to use my brain has been kinda nice, but also very tormenting… wish me luck that I can actually get back to “normal” and resume “Zürich me” characteristics ASAP!
Now, having pounced a rather lengthy intro on you, I am finally getting to the point. That being: I haven’t blogged about enough things lately (mainly fun weekend adventures) and will now attempt to cram as much info in to as little words as possible, all of which will be making this long overdue post an absolutely marvelous one!
A few weekends ago, the Swiss celebrated a national holiday on August 1. I had a late dinner by the lake with my dad and friends and scoffed at the basically non-existent display of fireworks before heading home to catch enough rest for Saturday.
This was taken on my way home from Munich, #nofilter
Once a year Zürich hosts one of the largest techno parties similar to the love parade along the lake. It is called the Street Parade, and it is a time where you spend an afternoon in the city barely dressed/in costume, dancing away to electro music blaring from one of the many floats driving by. It is definitely a scene, and I started going when I was 16, and have been 3 times since (in 2 year intervals, funny). As a child I remember being able to hear the base all the way to our home, so I am glad my parents kept me from going sooner. Also, I tend to belong to the more “overdressed” people when I go… yes I know “everyone” is basically naked, and you are meant to wear a costume, but I still don’t feel comfortable exposing too much skin in the city and among large crowds of people. It’s just kind of weird… and brings out my inner conservative prude 😉
…so I opted for a cool “cargo pant and tight leather shirt with my Cheshire Cat ears look” that I could’ve also worn out to the club later, if I ended up staying in town that late (people also showed up at Plaza, my fav club, in ridiculous costumes though!). What’s more, it was meant to rain, and I didn’t want to get cold… gee I am starting to sound old!
I borrowed my friends water gun for this pic. Her military costume was amazing!
While looking through these pictures, I realized I wore something similar the very first time I went to the Street Parade 4 years ago with one of my closest guy friends
And it also rained! How much fun is that picture? I really need to learn to be a bit more “fun and care-free” again…
I found a few old pictures from that first parade experience, so bear with me while I take a fun walk down memory lane and start to miss Zürich and my friends again 😉
We met this FABULOUS person
2 years later, I braved the festival again, this time with my bestest friend and in costume!
Check out my yellow lashes! I was a bumble bee, she was a dead ballerina with face makeup inspired by the “Day of the Dead”. She always goes all out with outfits and will not set food anywhere unless she has achieved the flawless look she had in mind.. very admirable, but I tend to be more of the “ain’t nobody got time for that” type!
Fun Fact: I wore the same costume as on my last day of school before finals week. It is a tradition in Swiss high schools for the graduating class to dress up, which we actually ended up doing twice: once before our exams, and once after officially graduating.
Back to the future, erm I mean now…. I spent most of the afternoon in town, but wasn’t really feeling it this year. It was as if for the first time I actually noticed the whole drug consumption and was disgusted by how drunk people behaved.. I must really be getting old… don’t get me wrong, the party really isn’t dangerous and can (and should) be enjoyed without consuming anything, I just seemed to notice the excessiveness much more now that I am older. We also lost one of the girls from our group which annoyed us all because we spent a good part of an hour attempting the impossible by trying to find her in the unruly crowd… put us all in a weird mood… When we decided to finally give up the search, we danced for a few hours before walking to Bellevue to regroup. On our way there I spotted these two idiots dancing on a lamp-post on the bridge
I used the word idiots because a) the drop from those lamps is dangerous and could either end on the concrete floor, railings or in the lake b) there is no way they would safely be able to return down to the bridge because most people would need copious amounts to drink before attempting such a daredevil climb. Up is always easier…
I left town around 7 and head home. I wanted to leave enough time to eat dinner and find an outfit for the after-party at Plaza, as one of my favourite parties from Ibiza was going to be there…
Defected in the House!
I was glad I went with full makeup for the parade, as I ended up losing track of time while stressing over what I wanted to wear (as always..)
It was a great Saturday. I seriously don’t know where I got the energy to party all day, all night and get up the next morning and go to BodyPump but I did. It must be all the dates and nut butter I am eating lately (fantastic combo by the way!)
Obviously, if I put my mind to something, I can do anything, so for some reason I must subconsciously not want to organize my life just yet, because I know I should technically be able to do it…
Thank you Katie for hosting this marvelous weekend recap!
Have a great start to the week!
With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo