So for the big Grand Prix weekend in Montreal (Formel 1), Me, Maurizio and Peter decided to have a little Jäegermeister pre-party at home before going out. I used to smuggle those baby bottles of Jäeger in my bra at festivals a few years ago, or very Mc Gyver: Tape them to my thighs and hide them under my graduation dress. Awesome!
I liked the way my painting of Maurizio in the background kind
of makes me look like a blonde Amy Winehouse.
We decided to go to a club. But almost all clubs in Montreal has got a tacky crowd with ugly clothes. We ended up at Club 1234. Tacky.We watched people from the comfy sofas and drank more alcohol to compensate. As usual, the DJ sucked. Me and Peter never take it seriously though, or rather, we never expect anything, so we just dance to the crappy music and do all those silly charades just to make even more fun of the music.Maurizio always hangs by the bar. Which is fine. Totally fine. PINK PARTY
After the last couple of Jäeger shots, we immediately realized
we need some crappy hamburgers to survive the night.
more Americana junk!
the night continued with some Irish folk music at Hurleys! Yarr!
then off to Brutopia for an UTOPIA of LIVE ROCKMUSICLika som bärThis is how Rock n roll you’ll look after kissing with lipstick and
dancing. Totally fine. I’m forgiven.