A summer night in Tibahni, Authered Evening in August
what an experience!
so I was hanging out in the living room (with my body) and at the Tibahni café (with my computer), there was one person from Vienna, confined to quarantine and thus dedicated to become a sewer, and 5 people stayign in the same city as me, physically. we decided to go on the adventure “partytimez” altogether with one sewer.
the sewer said the theme for the party was going to be “toxic masculinity” and that we have to start the party at that statue with a horse.
oh how we dressed up, jogging pants in our socks, faces hard, a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, goldchains and hats and sunglasses as our accessoires.
the sewer had prepared a playlist, and we were moving to it.
at first we tried to be stationary, but we noticed that to fit the story of toxic masculinity, we would have to cruise around town.
so we rented 5 e-bikes and organized one microscooter.
people were watching, laughing, clapping, we were greeting, roaming around, interchanging between pretending to be a macho and singing along with the music.
and for that night – until 22:30 or so – the night, the city was ours. the guy from the bar next to our house, our final stop before returning the bicycles, offered beer to all of us because he was so impressed of our performances.