Every weekend since February I've had the early shifts at work. Contrary to my 17 year old me - who would have partied until 4AM and still would have gone straight to go to work at 7AM - I need my beauty sleep, otherwise I'm a monster, a very ugly and grumpy monster. Therefore no party for me.
But last Friday it was time to hit the town again. I whatsapped (yes, I'm now in XXI century with my new phone. loco-poco sugar loops) Trammi, because I really needed some girl time. What's the best place for to ladies to do some girl talk? Ironically NoKu.
She just came back from Malaysia and Thailand,
so I photoshopped her paler:
We so did not hide all the bottles in front us and leave only classy little glass there...:
"He is stupid", "She's a bitch with an itch" - stereotypical va-dšei-dšei talk all the way until my boyfriend joined us and we were ought to come back to reality.
Look at those angels (emme-issi lumehelbed):
Õllenaut joined us on the picture:
United with best Triins there is.
BFFs:
Threw some panties at my boyfriend:
Oh, well. Forgot to say that we continued to Ulme, W.T. Drones vinyl release party.
He sang upside-down. How the fuck?:
Bang, bang, boogie:
It was dull without Sam, so I called him.
He came, but not sure if he went to work the next day. Love him still:
Yayayyayayayaaiii.
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