if you try and imagine that is was actually only 9.13pm outside zouk, you know how we feel. yes, what's with the damn queue.
Roche says hi with his protruding *ahem*
self proclaimed mini nakata
so we didnt manage to get into phuture (however would like to still thank melvin for trying to get me signed in) so off we went to Zouk and to Mambo the night away. The guys say they dun care cus they just wanna booze so we started the ball rolling with brandy dry, 2 jugs.
sorry that 2 of his friends got into an accident while on their way.
Roche, keep 'em!
if i have the bucks now, i will get the nose over that balenciaga i swear.
and its all gone
this clique is all about boozing. And i have never been this drunk before. nono, i aint not drunk when these photos were taken. i was drunk, so drunk i couldnt even take any picture anymore later. at what? yeah think 1.30, was already knocked out. Totally.
i swear i have learnt my lesson, i sure am not a fan of being wasted. it feels horrible. But the company was so good, the music didnt matter anymore, and the drinks keep coming, i keep downing.
perfectly sober
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