Started on friday, 9:OOpm,
ended now.
Leicester Sq,
Shoreditch (tell me why all the area had no electricity on a friday nite?)
we had to walk miles to find a place to crash.
we ended at Catch22.
then had 4 salmon bagels on the car's roof.
Bricklane bagel's shop.
80p and u're full for 3 days.
Off to Fire, it's been 2 months guys,
was like visiting family.
get out at 10.
Was sunny, was wicked.
Went back home, changed clothes, took sheet/Water/Book & cigs.
Barons Ct cemetary.
3 hours, fall asleep -obviously-.
Get sun burnt -obviously-
back home, shower,
friends came, special drinks in the kitchen, electro in the living.
Yass picked us up to Liverpool st,
Russian Bar,
FSOC. M DJing
(happy motherfucking birthday)
<3
finished at 5
after party at the Aquarium, the only place where you can listen to wicked beats
&
jump in a swiming pool. yeah, i know
nu ravers everywhere.
Man, sometimes it looks allrite but i think tonite u fucked it up.
and u ugly betty, it wasn't necessary to put this pink ties with this yellow shoes and this red jumper and this green bag, and this blue skirt and so on.
yeah, I know but M&I love bitchiiiing in clubs, he was right u look like a christmas tree.
huh.
Get out a 10.OOam, hoxton Square. 10 hours, sitting on the grass, coming down, drinking sun bath, non sense conversations & champagne.
Champagne's posh but we didn't respect the dresscode to b considered as posh.
8.OOpm Hoxton bar, Boom Box Party.
It's full of wicked wankers so we left after one hour.
9.OO T. bar.
Electro was shit.
I think i passed out or had a black out.
12pm, M's house.
1.30am asleep.
9.OOam awake, breakfast in the garden, 3.OO SOHO sushis and co ?
5.OOpm Green Park. Fiou.
Lara came, M went to work.
Back home, muscal house.
Glad the zombies didnt eat my brain, this time i look fresh.
