People living in my house are really fun and genuinely lovely people, but our music-taste differs a lot. And I mean a lot. My neighbour, who listens metal, thinks that Boddika is a type of sweets or something.Therefore, nobody was eager to come with me on Friday. At moments like these I understand it's a blessing that Ott is also living here. So we went together and even my Icelandic neighbour came with us.
The party was at Slakthuset, which is the meat-packing district, with only warehouses around. Felt like London for a sec.
The evening began on the 6th floor, as usual:
Ordinary vodka is our thing:
Mandatory work-like-Tyra Banks-in-an-elevator picture
Monika had his boyfriend from Poland visiting (lucky bastards, cant wait until Kaur is coming)
Daniele doesn't drink often, but then he tried vodka and approved:
The night when Sven was carried home. Good, when you have a great support system:
Then we all split up and I went to Slakthuset with Ott and his friends
Here we are with Anna. Myspace angle win:
ICElandic girl was cold:
We were almost the first ones who arrived there.
Group pictures and sober eyes:
Get down, get down:
The scary toilet-door:
If you're high, these lamps are making you nervous;
We found some Lidingö people there, Anna is really surprised about that:
anonymous boy:
We weren't the only ones on the dance-floor anymore:
He's the ridiculously handsome guy. Like Barney (from HIMYM), who doesn't have single shitty picture. Annoying:
We're discussing how we miss our friend Harri and his never-will-I-pay attitude:
Ott really likes to dress up warm. Even in a club.
The dip God himself - Boddika:
Oops, too low...
...now let's take it one more time, so the faces are showing:
Hairy guy also approves:
This is not Boddika, but I just can't forget when I heard it at Boiler Room
It brings back good memories "Massive, innit"
This song is how I felt on Friday:
This song is how I felt on Friday:
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