So as usual the Friday night began with a beer in the local and landed up with the woodem and I attempting to gain entry into Pacha, with no luck as of lack of ID (ID IS ESSENTIAL HERE) we landed up in a cab and at the egg...
after 3 hours of dancing with 21 year olds and asking eachother what the fuck we are doing here (this place is officially dead, like 50 people in a club that fits 5/8oo? ) we have landed up at home watching twilight moaning about dancing pains and drinking tea...
ARE WE REALLY OLD? WTF!!!!!!!!!
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