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For three years now, OMClub has simply been THE party of the year for me. I love that moment when you walk onto the grounds and get hit by that first wow. You just can’t stop being amazed. Then comes the first great drink, and you settle in and start to enjoy yourself.

The opening show is a highlight for me every single time. Loona absolutely tore the roof off last year! 🥳💃🏼

And thinking back to air hockey and the rodeo ride still makes me grin.

The only shame is that I couldn’t get a tattoo done last year. It would have been such a fun, perfect memory! 🤩

Last year was my first time attending.

Actually, the evening started with me being convinced I wouldn’t stay very long… because I wasn’t feeling 100%. Furthermore, I saw the carousel and said I’m never riding that. I’m afraid of heights, end of discussion. 😅

Then came a few shots, and suddenly I was sitting in it after all. Honestly: that was one of the funniest moments of the evening. No panic, didn’t even get nauseous (unlike someone else in our group 😂).

After that, it was a relaxed stroll from stand to stand, including Espresso Martinis and those delicious vodka pickles 🤤, until the party started inside. My initial thought was: “I’m not staying long.” Spoiler: wrong again.

The vibe kept getting better and better, and then completely out of nowhere, Loona showed up. From that point on, the whole “I’m leaving soon” idea was completely out the window. The hall went absolutely wild.

The perfect finale: talking to Loona outside later and taking photos. I will never forget that!

The best nights are the ones where you start off thinking “I won’t stay long anyway.”

Thank you for the amazing evening, and I really hope I get to be there again this year.

There was this incredibly amazing guy I had met and immediately fallen in love with. He didn’t seem opposed either, but things hadn’t really picked up speed between us yet. But as a happy coincidence would have it, I had a spare ticket for your legendary party. I asked him if he wanted to come along and: he did. So we met at the entrance, my knees as weak as if I’d done a few too many rounds on the bumper cars. We treated ourselves to a few of the heavenly free drinks and then followed the call of the opening ceremony into the big hall to dance together amidst flames and confetti. Everything seemed perfect. I really only had eyes for him, but I also wanted to see with my own eyes what you guys had to offer. And what can I say… I got completely lost… There was just so much to see and experience. When I came back a little later, completely full of new impressions, I found him wrapped tightly around someone else on the dance floor. My heart was broken. But I didn’t care. I met friends, strangers, and had the night of my life. By now, I don’t even know his name anymore! Thank you for that, and here’s to many more legendary nights!

The very first OMClub, back then in Düsseldorf. We were the main sponsor for Randolf’s brilliant idea of the OMClub.

Around 3 AM, Bert Wollersheim swept into the club with about 20 of his female employees and invited everyone to an after-party at his establishment.

That same night, around half past four, I was dancing on the floor with a seemingly completely crazy guy to a song by Die Toten Hosen. The guy turned out to be the CEO of 1&1 at the time.

How I laughed!

We actually wanted to be totally chill and organized and arrive at OMClub right at 7 PM. Well… in theory. In practice, it felt like it took half a lifetime just to round up all the girls in the car 😂

“We’re almost there” eventually turned into a philosophical statement. In the end, of course, we didn’t show up until around 9 PM. Strong start.

Our plan was to head straight in and experience everything. Instead, we literally got stuck outside. First, we spent forever at this reaction wall, completely unnecessary ambition included, and then we faced the final boss: the wave swinger 🙈😅

We figured one ride would be fun.

Spoiler: We must have ridden it 40 times in a row. At some point, we knew every movement, every lap, and probably the ride operator’s entire life story 😂 While the complete opening and the party were escalating inside, we were basically shooting our own theme park movie outside.

Eventually, we did make it inside… only to immediately lose each other completely 😂 Suddenly everyone was off somewhere else, nobody was reachable, utter chaos. In the end, of course, we were the last ones to leave, when the party was practically already over.

Head home, a few hours of sleep, and the next morning, all dolled up again for work at the expo. And because we apparently never learn: we started the day straight away with bumper cars 😭😂

My first OMClub, and I went absolutely off the rails.

From the moment we got in, it was obvious: tonight was not going to be a normal night. Epic opening show, lights everywhere, banging beats, instant chaos. The atmosphere? Simply insane.

At some point in the middle of the night we piled into the bumper cars wearing serious beer goggles and laughed until we cried.

And the best part: seeing your colleagues not through the lens of back-to-back meetings and emails, but completely loose, carefree, and just real. More than just a party, this was team building on festival mode.

Catching sight of the massive catwalk complete with flashing paparazzi lights, I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear! I felt like an absolute star, even though I hadn’t showed up in formal evening wear. But who cares: carried in the arms of three guys, I headed straight in front of the camera with a beaming smile.

Next, my eyes locked onto the mechanical bull. Bullriding? As an equestrian, it was a no-brainer: challenge accepted! Faster than expected, I snagged 2nd place and already felt like the guaranteed winner… until I was cold-bloodedly knocked off the podium. Four hours and countless gin and tonics later, the guys had a brilliant idea: “Just give it another shot!” Sure, with a decent buzz and the perfect liquid courage in my system, what could possibly go wrong? And what can I say: I actually beat my previous high score and locked in 3rd place!

I was just completely blown away by the atmosphere. The performers, the lights, the scenery, and that pure, high-energy club vibe. Everyone was in an incredibly good mood. And as if that weren’t enough, someone went to extreme lengths just to meet up with me at the party-and actually pulled it off! Talk about a plot twist.

No party has ever fascinated me more. I’m definitely never going to forget this night!

Starting with poker, intense go-kart races, and playing Looping Louie, all the way to singing karaoke with complete strangers who ended up becoming good friends.

But what stuck with me the most were the deep conversations. Like meeting Randolf, whom I only knew by his username back in the day as an old Gulli.com board user. His stories-especially the insane events surrounding the murder of his employee at the Beerhouse in South Africa-really moved me. Then there were the cool new connections: from the fire-spitting DJ, to Olli P., or the Team Rhythmusgymnastik crew, whose legendary parties I would never have discovered without OMClub.

Moving on to Odonien after-hours with a few folks and a bottle of schnapps we managed to snag, or the legendary breakfast (seriously, bring that back!). OMClub is simply the party of the year and has become an absolute ritual that I look forward to every single year like a kid on Christmas morning.

2013-the legendary night OMClub literally rocked the Lanxess Arena. It all started quite harmlessly with a few drinks in the concourse around the arena floor. Suddenly, a samba band danced through the corridors, the doors swung wide, and the madness began. Bumper cars, dancing, jumping on mats, and tons of great drinks. A few days later, I was telling some friends about it who lived near the arena, and they told me they could barely sleep that night because of the noise. Like I said-absolute legend!

OM Club is always legendary, always wild. What happens at OM Club stays at OM Club. That’s the motto.

The journey to Halle Tor back then was already legendary. Unfortunately, my colleague never made it because she couldn’t handle the last drink at the booth party-the train ride did the rest…

Once we arrived at the location, we noticed we were one ticket short… what does a resourceful person do? Correct-improvise a bit illegally and somehow manage to climb over the security fence of Halle Tor half-sober. The fact that it actually worked was outstanding. What wasn’t so outstanding was the ripped top that fell victim to the operation.

How on earth do you explain to people why you’re only wearing half a t-shirt? As if that weren’t enough.

As always, we were almost the last ones left that night.

The dance floor was half empty-a man walked up to us who looked exactly like Olli P. (Spoiler: it actually was him, which made it all the more awkward). I walked up to him and said: “Hey, you look like someone I know-weren’t you a guest lecturer at our university?” The man looked at me a bit confused and just said: “Maybe something like that.” Someone called out from behind: “You know that’s Olli P., right?” Of course, I didn’t believe them and shouted back: “Yeah right, pull the other one!”

Meanwhile, Olli P. asked me what I had done to my shirt (which of course I couldn’t say). I just wanted to get past him and run away-but I got caught on him with my half-ripped sequined top. The shirt ripped even further, completely disintegrating. So there I stood, wearing practically nothing in front of the half-empty OM Club crowd and Olli P.

A friend was kind enough to lend me her jacket, which I accepted gratefully. In an attempt to de-escalate the embarrassing situation, things only got worse as I stumbled backward into two plastic columns, knocking them over. The night was already embarrassing enough when I finally found my buddy to flee home around 5 AM.

But of course, he didn’t leave the party empty-handed either-he was wearing a dancer’s feather boa. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite remember how he got it. So there we stood: the marketing manager without a shirt and the data analyst in a feather boa.

I’d say that was a top-tier OM Club exit.

Lessons learned: always wear cotton shirts and make sure to get tickets BEFORE the party! :D

It’s always legendary with you guys-and this is just one of many hilarious stories you can still laugh about years later. I would say: as a first OM Club experience years ago, definitely legendary!

Last year I was at OMClub in Cologne, and it was hands down one of the most mind-blowing clubbing experiences I’ve ever had. The massive venue with its different themed areas and dance floors felt like multiple universes packed into a single night.

The visuals, lights, and special effects were next-level-everything was perfectly synced to the beat. You completely lost track of time and were just living in the moment.

What made the night so special was the vibe: the crowd, the energy, and that feeling of completely escaping reality for a few hours. That night is still stuck in my head to this day.

Convinced the entire team to jump onto the chain carousel together because, well, it’s awesome. Five of us linked together, spinning around, the whole deal. Off we go. My boss (captured on video): “Oh, I don’t think I like this very much.”

The team was completely split between having the absolute time of their lives and “I think I’m going to throw up, let me off!”

Since I had secretly asked beforehand if they could make a shout-out for our colleague Antonia, who was celebrating her birthday, the announcement blasted over the speakers right before landing. Antonia was absolutely mortified. But even better was the announcement of an extra round for the birthday girl-something my boss was not thrilled about at all, while my colleague Max just stayed put and kept riding after round two.

It was amazing!

I honestly thought at OMClub: “Three shots of Kölsche Koks and then onto the chain carousel? Yeah sure, why not.”

The first few rounds were pure magic. Carousel. Music. Lights. I felt like the main character of a festival.

And then my stomach suddenly decided: “Alright. We are landing now.”

Let’s put it this way: the chain carousel really brought everything out of me that night.

So, if anyone went home unexpectedly a bit sticky: I’m truly sorry.

Hello dear OMC team,

there are stories that you plan… and then there is mine from OMC 25.

It all started completely harmlessly, well, let’s say “slightly tipsy”. So while I was happily strolling across the event, I discovered this photo wall. You know it: good lighting, fancy background, perfect opportunity for a memorable photo. What I hadn’t planned on: spontaneously standing next to a completely unknown guy.

But that’s exactly what happened.

He was English, I was in a good mood, he was in a very good mood, and somehow we understood each other without words. Two people united by… let’s call it “event euphoria”.

Without thinking much, we decided: anyone can do standard photos. So we turned our backs to the camera. Back instead of face. Kinda funny, I thought.

Then it escalated.

While I was still proudly enjoying my “rebellious” photo moment, I suddenly realized that my British photo partner took the whole thing… a bit more seriously than I did. Much more seriously.

He had just completely stripped bare.

Completely.

I stood there still spruced up and spruced-up-ish, while next to me the uncensored version of “Courage for Freedom” was suddenly presented.

And the best part?

Of course there is an evidence photo.

To this day I’m not sure what shocked me more: his spontaneity or the fact that I only realized it after the photo.

Conclusion: OMC 25 taught me a lot of things, networking, spontaneity… and that you should maybe briefly look left and right before photo walls.

With slightly blushing regards 😂

At OMClub 2024 we were out with a few friends and eventually kept getting stuck at the Moshi booth. They were just really good and we got along super well directly with the two women from the booth. Over the course of the evening we were there several times, chatted and really filled our bellies.

Around midnight the two of them felt like going out to party themselves. So, under the “slight” influence of alcohol, we simply hijacked the Moshi booth and busily distributed Moshis to the other guests, but of course also to ourselves.

Shortly after that, the cotton candy booth was abandoned too and we took that one over as well. So for the next two hours we stood between Moshi and cotton candy, supplied people and met many new people. In between, someone went to get drinks every now and then, the rest kept the shop running.

When at some point all Moshis were distributed and the cotton candy story was over, we plunged back into the party action completely relaxed and just kept partying the evening away.

And yes, we have evidence photos.

Fatal Mix-Up #The Roast Chicken Guy

OMClub 2023, 9:00 PM, just arrived and straight to the bar outside. There are already a lot of people there. I look around and think I recognize a familiar face about five meters away. The young man looks at me too and I can read from his face that he is also trying to place me. I remember our meeting at an OM event several months ago. I remember every face, but I’m not so good with names. This time too I’m sure: place, time, story! But I just can’t remember his name.

I gather my courage and just walk up to him. “Hi! Aren’t you the roast chicken guy?” I ask. “Hello! Who or what is a roast chicken guy?” he asks. (Digression: The roast chicken guy was pretty funny and sarcastic back then and now I’m sure it’s him. I think he’s pulling my leg again.)

“Ok let me ask differently: Do you have a roast chicken tattoo on your chest?” “What?!?, No!!!, Who would get a roast chicken tattooed on their chest?” “Well someone who likes roast chicken very much! At least that’s what you said last time.” “Really? Did I? Was I drunk? Maybe I just wanted to tease you!” “But I saw it!” “Are you kidding me right now???” “No way!” “Should I show you my chest now to prove that it wasn’t me?!” “Yes please!” “Seriously?! It’s 9:00 PM right now! Is this a pickup line??” “I don’t believe a word you say! Unbutton your shirt!!”

He laughs and actually does it and what do I see? No roast chicken tattoo! No tattoo at all…

“Am I crazy then? But I know you!” “Yes, I know you too!”

Desperate search for his name tag. No name tag. Now it just looks like I’m groping. Damn! I venture one last try: “What’s your name?” I ask. I should have started with that!

He says it and now everything becomes clear to me: A partner I’ve known for ages, met in 2012, cooperated for years, but haven’t seen live for a long time. Looks confusingly similar to the roast chicken guy in the dim evening light.

I tell him the story of the real roast chicken guy. He doesn’t believe me. He is now convinced that I just wanted to flirt. “Man, believe me! My flirting looks completely different!”

He is friends with the boss of the roast chicken guy. (I still knew the company!) He checks my story and writes to his friend: “Do you have an employee who has a roast chicken tattoo? Do I look like the roast chicken guy? Just met Olga from ViolAd here.”

Answer: 10 laughing flash smileys.

Conclusion: If the non-roast-chicken guy had been less charming or I had been less convinced that I am a super-recognizer, the conversation would have been over very quickly and two good old acquaintances would not have had one of the funniest encounters of the evening.

The “Seven-Man-Station-Wagon” Mission

The bass was still booming in our ears when we stumbled out of the club at four in the morning. The air outside was cool, the mood gigantic, and our ambition to all get home together was… well, sporty.

Our driver (the end boss of the discipline, bone dry and sober) unlocked the station wagon. Actually a spacious car, but just not a regular bus. “It’ll fit,” someone muttered, and then the big Tetris game for advanced players began.

The crew: Front: Driver and co-pilot (both deeply relaxed). Back seat: Three guys who already loved each other very much. Trunk: Two volunteers who settled in nicely between jackets and returnable bottles.

7 Men. One Station Wagon. One Goal.

We rolled off the parking lot, not a hundred meters far, the mood was at its peak, until the universe answered in the form of a flashing blue light. “Stop. Police.”

The Moment of Truth

Silence in the box.

The trunk held its breath. The window whirred down, and the officer shone his flashlight inside. His expression? A mixture of bewilderment and painstakingly suppressed laughter.

“Good evening… or morning. I don’t even know where to start. Papers and step out, please.”

One after another we peeled ourselves out of the car. It looked like a clown car in a circus that just wouldn’t empty. We stood there, slightly disheveled, in the bright flashlight, waiting for the thunderstorm, the points on our license and the hefty fine.

The Verdict

The policeman looked at our driver, checked the papers and noted: The man is actually clean. Then he looked into our tired but peaceful faces.

“Guys,” he said, shaking his head, “this is not a team bus. If I get my pen out now, this is going to be a very expensive sunrise for all of you.”

We held our breath. Then the miracle: “Mercy before justice.” He put his pad away. The condition: The car doesn’t move an inch as long as there are more than five people in it.

The End of the Song

Ten minutes later, three of us stood on the side of the road waiting for the taxi, while the rest of the squad (completely legally!) rolled away in the station wagon. We paid double, once for the taxi and once for our pride, but we were spared the penalty.

When my dear friend told me about OMclub, my first thought was: OWhat? OYes! It was clear, this party cannot and must not take place without us. The preparations started immediately: Bubbles were bought, the glitter was checked for shelf life, Tiny Hands were ordered and the fingernails of the same were painted. A quick check of the Elotrans inventory was also made in order to be able to taste as many of the advertised drinks as possible. So we are prepared, the question is, are you ready for us? 🎉

Favorite memory: September 2019, the big poker tournament, the anticipation was huge! My colleagues and I had motivatedly signed up. However, the colleagues were eliminated after what felt like 15 minutes, moved straight on to the bars and got excessively drunk. At 1:00 AM I was suddenly sitting at the Final Table, my alcohol level was far too low because I took the tournament far too seriously. And in the end, I actually accidentally won the thing!

From 1:15 AM, of course, I had to catch up as quickly as possible: I drank what felt like seven Vodka Bulls in an hour to get to the level of the others. The ride home in the taxi was then absolutely grandiose: We had to stop four times on a 25-minute ride because a colleague would have blessed not only the side of the road, but almost the taxi with her stomach contents!

Helpfulness from the other drunk colleagues? Absolutely non-existent. So that evening I not only won the glorious poker tournament, but also the unofficial championship in holding hair and cleaning taxis. I was the absolute winner of the evening! And the best part: The next morning I was fit and standing on the trade fair again right on time at 9:00 AM!

I have so many great memories, but OMClub 2014 will always remain something very special for me. Back then, I more or less randomly won a free ticket at dmexco for this party that everyone was so incredibly keen on. I just thought to myself: “Take a quick look, but go to bed early, after all, there’s the trade fair again the next day.”

Well, the trade fair the next day probably fell flat for me! I pulled completely through and since that day OMClub has been an absolute mandatory program in my calendar.

Last year, due to a short-term cancellation of two colleagues, we still had two free tickets left. Our goal was to give these tickets away to real party animals at dmexco. At a booth party, I then discovered someone who ignited a flawless tornado with his beer! I went over immediately and we struck up a conversation.

It turned out that their evening plans were actually already set and they wanted to go to another aftershow party. However, after a few cold drinks together and showing them the OMClub aftermovie, their plans quickly vanished into thin air. Shortly before the trade fair closed, it was clear: We had found two brilliant companions! The two of them came to OMClub with us and we partied the whole night through. Nobody regretted it for a single second.

The most beautiful memories of this party are completely rewritten every year! Bungee jumping was certainly one of the absolute highlights, especially the moment when my foot suddenly slipped out of the clamping loop while dangling in the air! That was pure adrenaline. My absolute favorite OMClub took place in the Lanxess Arena: It was my first time, I met an incredible number of great people who I can still count among my close circle of friends today!

I have only been there once so far, in 2016, and that night was absolutely unforgettable, and extremely hot! I don’t just mean the atmosphere, but the real temperatures: It was over 35 degrees warm and exactly one day before departure the air conditioning in my car had completely failed. So I had to drive the entire 400 kilometers from Hamburg to Cologne in a sweltering hot tin can without ventilation. But every single drop of sweat paid off: The party was simply absolutely gigantic!

There is simply nothing better than showing up at this party after an exhausting day at the trade fair, every time it’s like a journey into a completely different world! I felt like I rode the carousel 1000 times, drank a few shots with colleagues in between, before we loudly sang along to Wonderwall by Oasis.

On every dance floor you met colleagues or clients, it felt like a huge class reunion. But my absolute highlight was my rescue on the stairs: As I was going down from the restroom, I awkwardly twisted my ankle and fell straight into the arms of an enchanting drag queen! An absolutely cinematic moment that we thoroughly amused ourselves over for the rest of the evening.

Before my first OMClub, I naively thought that I would just have a nice, quiet evening at the party, go to bed on time and take the ICE train back to university in Stuttgart relaxed the next morning. Nothing doing!

Not only was the party worlds more grandiose than I had ever dreamed, I also realized pretty quickly that one to two hours is simply far too little time for this event. Without further ado, I threw all my plans overboard and turned night into day. I just partied all the way through, tried all the first-class gin and tonic combinations at the gin bar and promptly missed my ICE the next morning. I only caught the subsequent train by a hair’s breadth by running directly from the dance floor to the train station. My already packed suitcase for the three days of university naturally stayed untouched at home! Instead, my party outfit accompanied me to university for the next few days and still reminds me of this fantastic night today.

My absolute craziest story: That must have been in September 2010, and is fortunately absolutely statute-barred by now! It was my very first OMClub. We had absolutely no tickets and of course we weren’t on the guest list.

So we dared the coup: A discreet, inconspicuous glance at the printed paper guest list at the terrifying bouncers and quickly memorized a few strangers’ names. Then we stood in line and started to sweat. We prayed fervently that exactly these people were not standing directly in front of or behind us. After what felt like an eternity in line, it was finally our turn. With a trembling voice we named the strangers’ names. A serious, scrutinizing look from the bouncer followed… we trembled even more… and: WE WERE IN! An absolutely unforgettable evening into the early hours of the morning. As I said, fortunately statute-barred long ago!

Phew, so every year I drag along my favorite former agency colleague, who promises every time: “But this year I’m really going home at 2:00 AM…” And every time we have to be swept out of the location at the end!

The best part about it: I met one of my best friends today through other colleagues there and recently got to stand next to her and her groom at the altar as her maid of honor! Less crazy, but an absolute story for the heart. I am very curious to see if you will continue to organize the unbeatable best party of the year!

My first time: I drive somewhere to Mühlheim, stand motivated in line and want to get in. The bouncer looks at me: “You’re not getting in here!” Oh man, wrong party!

So I drove on to the Tanzbrunnen after painstakingly asking around where the actual party was. At the entrance, the bouncer again: “You’re not getting in here!” Only on the third attempt did it finally work out and I ended up at the right event.

The party was completely different than I would have ever expected: Fairground, carnival attractions and endless drinks! The next morning I sat completely wrecked on the train on my way to an important client. I don’t think that client is a client today, but for this legendary evening it was definitely worth it!

OMClub 2018, my first year on the job, and my colleagues said: “You absolutely have to come to the OMClub party, it’s incredible!” I arrived at Halle Tor 2 shortly before 9:00 PM and was completely overwhelmed at first. After a while, I found my colleagues and the first delicious gins were on the table.

Then the complete surprise: Bungee jumping! I just had to try it out. I stood in line from 10:30 PM to 1:30 AM, was supplied with first-class drinks the whole time, and met half the queue. I was a bit jittery as we went up, but it was pure hype! My boss even came up with me, someone had to film the evidence video, and that jump made the night unforgettable. Afterwards, we played Looping Louie and caught up on the missed hours on the dance floor with the whole department. I got home at 6:00 AM and firmly decided: That has to be repeated. I’ve been a loyal regular ever since! The colleagues were absolutely right, simply incredible!