success, a reactivated sideproject, booze, friends, some annoying chick, more booze and a strange whisper in the night

oh yeah! who the man!

of course, yours truly just bagged the young lions film competition and is, for 2008, the best in young advertisement that austria has to offer… and since we did a better job than most “senior” advertisers do these days, the suckers next year will have quite something to beat *harrharr*

the passing long weekend feels more like a month to me to be honest. i have totally lost track of time. like that was new to me *hehe*

anyhow… so, i’ll be going to cannes to represent austria’s creativity. probably make some spot about cellar-kids, just to fill the expectations the rest of the world has right now. oh well, at least the usa still know us for our schnitzels and kangaroos. *harrharr*

miss b is still filled with an amount of enthusiasm i am puzzled with – probably a girl thing ;P as long as she loses her fear of expieriencing broken ribs and concussions in the cannes hotelroom, we’re gonna go down there and kick some worldwide ass… or at least, return with a big list of new contacts and such. and in her case, some bruises and concussions *hehe* oops… did i say that out loud? ;P

at the worst, ill call my u.s. relatives and sell them the “yep, i am the new deal in advertisement now, so better organize a flat in ny and set me up with some meetings with some important people in the industry” routine… but i’ll cross that bridge when i get there.

so, back to winning… nice party, damn i look good in a sakko and thank god i practiced my winner’s smile *hehe* havent used that one for a while – at least conciously…

great feeling to be cheered upon on stage. feels a little like playing a gig, just not as strainuous. and of course i coulndt resist giving the horns, holding up the beer – uhm prize, and exiting stage right. then, a neverending stream of pats on the back… yeeesssss… mooooreeee of this *muahahaaaarr*

but honestly. a great feeling to have something youve created being held up high and marveled upon. i think, i can get used to that. a hint of wasted past brushes by, but with this much positive reaction i really have no time to think about that right now. nothing is wasted but life and we do that every day that we dont spend enjoying a sunset, good food, good company and the likes… so i could have done way worse.

the party drew to a close and i was totally ready to get the f*ck out of there. the good chicks were all gone, the ones still here would have taken a whole lot more booze and i was not willing to spend even a cent more on the totally overprized booze there… well, what did i expect when its an orf/fm4-party… cheap bastards…

at some moment i just grab my prize, bid the few remaining people a wounderful time and am on my way – after that i sort of blurs out…

and hello thursday… and not so much hello mr. cruel hangover. havent seen you in a while, why couldnt we just leave it at that? but no… at some time of the evening that guy just starts following to greet me the coming morning.

i cant really shake the feeling that i have to be doing something anytime soon. oh yes… well, off to the photoshoot with the band, which i seem to be the only one deeming neccessary. right guys, just tell the only one with experience what you think of as “good enough”… *grml*

so, the photographer and guitarrist show up way late and we hit the road. something is so liberating today. i have this weird sense of being easily irritated which i havent felt for a while – lets say about 10 years should be right. dude… you seem to have it all again… the chicks, the fans, the success and the temper of the “great” days. this could well be the rebirth of something.

the shooting commences and after the first few beers my temper, along with the hangover, is slightly soothed. out of about 200 pics we actually get 2 good ones and one perfect one. not bad, taking into account that the photographer has some talent but no expierience to it. as i browse through the pics, opening my 5th beer, the world becomes my burrito… so i dig in.

schnitzel at the waldviertlerhof, bring home the car and then off to the maifest, for no better plan.

by the time we reach the stage, i am having the good version of problems to stand straight… meaning, i actually get sucked into the music a bit. get this straight: i did not dance. just a little going along and feeling an urge to start up a moshpit… and then the free beers just keep coming… and the cola-whiskey…

as the next band starts to whine their way through some pathetic “we’re so hip”-pseudo-rock songs, i give statement as to my liking of the performed material… up goes the finger… “flo?” i turn… “hab dich am mittelfinger erkannt” holy crap! the guitarrist from my first metalband, when we were all about 16 or 17, is standing right there. weird but fun. we talk a little, then i get more beer for myself. fun, how some people were so close for a while, then more or less fully fall out of the radar…

the partying continues…

by now it’s friday, i wake up at about 9. people call me on the cell, telling me that my name is in the papers, family has sent about 10 more sms with grats and the like. nice. but i am in no form or shape to call them back just now. gotta concentrate on even holding the phone straight to read the messages ;)

since i have nothing to do apart from that, i open another beer and browse the web for first things about our great piece of work. nothing. a short time later, by now the buzz has worn off and i am contemplating the pros of refreshing it, i get an email “we’re famous”… seems, i cant operate google when hung over *hehe*

a lunch, a little talking, a little anti-alcoholic beverages and a short walk home and then straight to the next party. i guess… it gets sorta cloudy :) … the evening is spent totally layed back. a few friends, jägermeisters, bratwürste and more beers, teaching a pal how to interact with dogs, explaining the whole alpha-role thing and a fun dog that totally buys into it. furthering a) my point and b) my alpha position in the round of pals i am drinking with *hehe*

i get home at around 5 in the morning. reoccuring, my head is about to explode the moment i wake up the next morning – 9 am again… a little conversation with the guys crashing at my place, then i kick em out, take a shower and head towards the rehearsal room for some bbq and beers… damn, the beer tastes great again today… and goes down easy. *insert sexist joke here*

too much grilled-cheese and not enough vodga and jägermeister, i am about to call it an evening when i am nagged to the extent of being pissed about hitting town again… “oh come on man, you really have to meet these people”, “dont leave me hangin, dude”, “come on, i told everybody you’d be there” and the likes… so, just to avoid defamation of course, i give in and get right back into partying mode ;)

a baseball player from the us is around, so my holy goal for the moment will be to drink him under the table which i do without effort. nice guy, just a bit unnerving in the long run. good thing that he actually passes out and so i have another chance to booze with other people, reinstate a thought dead musical project and strike fear into our opponents at foosball *hehe* the night ends early as i have no intention to hit the chelsea. if i want to go somewhere crowded to grab a beer i can just as well hang out in my kitchen ;) so i choose to hit the sack instead… ah… sleep… what a concept.

or not. weird shapes seem to move through my room. voices speak to me in a low, stern tone. i awake a few times and i swear, there was somebody in the room. could this be some flashback from my childhood, the burglars clearing out our house with me being there alone? i dont know. its scary though, especially since i can see a faint shape upon awakening, moving away… still gives me the creeps a little to be honest. i am not at all surprised that people believed in ghosts, when the power of the mind had yet to be discovered of understood.

miss b seems to have had quite a similar expierience… is that a leo thing or what?

so, now it’s sunday evening, i can feel the shadows arising again and it feels like someone is breathing down my neck. i am not kidding either. NOW i am truly creeped out. thanx, blogwriting.

and tomorrow: back to work and another day of “damn, you’re great”, ” gratz on the win” and my classic reaction a’la “pff… of course we bagged it… didn’t you see the spot for god’s sake?” *hehe*

signing off with a booya.

oh yeah… just in case you might be one of the two pathetic uninformed souls that havent witnessed the greatness of our winning entry yet: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Z1mR4jAmU1A

enjoy ;)