Today was mostly a travel day from Prague to Berlin, so there's not much to tell.
The night before my morning train to Berlin was spent at an arcade bar. One girl was playing Dance Dance Revolution and just absolutely killing it:
She had beaten me in foosball like 20 minutes earlier and was talking trash, so you shouldn't feel bad about laughing at her.
This past summer, my friend Bo took me to a Paul McCartney concert. It's the best concert I've ever been to. The excitement of the concert hung around like a bad cold, and in the coming weeks, I binged the 8-hour docuseries The Beatles: Get Back. The excitement from the documentary hung around like a nasty disease, and in the coming weeks I only listened to The Beatles nonstop, on repeat.
Today, Spotify Wrapped came out. The number one spot was not a shock.
In the past year, I also saw Aminé and The Happy Fits live. I didn't see Harry live, but I saw Don't Worry Darling in theaters, and I feel like that's kinda close.
Lastly, I arrived at the Berlin hostel. Never before have I seen a triple bunk bed. Didn't even know they existed. Imagine someone coming home drunk at 4am and climbing all the way to the top and then realizing they're at the wrong bunk bed, but it's too late because the person in the bed (the person who's bed it is) is worried the drunk person is up to some nefarious activities and removes their grip, Lion King style, and the drunk person roars as they fall down backwards the three stories to the floor. That didn't happen, but imagine if it did.