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Sep. 16th, 2006 01:19 pmDear family, why do you have to come into my room while I am sleeping and start talking loud enough to wake up someone in a coma? Why do you have to squeal when you see my hamster? And why do you, dear sister, have to come in even earlier to tell me that everyone vanished from your buddy list on MSN, only to come back to tell me that they are back? WHY CAN'T ANY OF YOU WAIT TILL I AM AWAKE?! Is it really that bad that I want to sleep till 1pm after I went to bed after 5am? Huh?
Because my mate Jeff celebrated his birthday yesterday, starting with meeting up at my friend Conny's place, where we killed a bottle of sparkling wine, then to the tram and into the part of the city where most of the clubs are, where we killed a bottle of Vodka. Then we went to a club that Jeff likes (none of us others had been there before and I was told that the people there are ... slutty - but that wasn't the case, at least not in my opinion), hang out at the bar where Conny and I took care of some lonely looking Tequila shots (status: pleasant buzz), before Susanne and I stormed the dancefloor, followed by the guys. We brought the camera and since all of us really like to be photographed we did just that all the time.
Dancing was nice, the music good and we had loads of fun (and another drinking intermission with Vodka-O). There was just one annoying problem for me: This Indish guy tried for four hours to drag me away from my friends. It started harmless with him coming closer to me and Susanne and then he grabbed me (yes, grabbed) and danced with me. It took 3 of my friends to make him go away. But after a while he came back and I told him repeadiately that I didn't want to dance with him. He was very persistant, took my hand when I didn't watch out and tried to make me go with him. He even pinched my cheek when he saw me standing at the bar. Gah. Stupid guy! *sigh*
Because my mate Jeff celebrated his birthday yesterday, starting with meeting up at my friend Conny's place, where we killed a bottle of sparkling wine, then to the tram and into the part of the city where most of the clubs are, where we killed a bottle of Vodka. Then we went to a club that Jeff likes (none of us others had been there before and I was told that the people there are ... slutty - but that wasn't the case, at least not in my opinion), hang out at the bar where Conny and I took care of some lonely looking Tequila shots (status: pleasant buzz), before Susanne and I stormed the dancefloor, followed by the guys. We brought the camera and since all of us really like to be photographed we did just that all the time.
Dancing was nice, the music good and we had loads of fun (and another drinking intermission with Vodka-O). There was just one annoying problem for me: This Indish guy tried for four hours to drag me away from my friends. It started harmless with him coming closer to me and Susanne and then he grabbed me (yes, grabbed) and danced with me. It took 3 of my friends to make him go away. But after a while he came back and I told him repeadiately that I didn't want to dance with him. He was very persistant, took my hand when I didn't watch out and tried to make me go with him. He even pinched my cheek when he saw me standing at the bar. Gah. Stupid guy! *sigh*
