...but at the end nobody can remember!
Second night in da Capitol for da birthday of Henrick, da next door bartender.
And move into Rush, the bar next door of my job to finnish da night with some swedish.
Friend of me in Temple bar.
Traditionnal for the third night : in Temple Bar
Just for a while, toca la guitara en la calle, et il tape sur une caisse de chateau la croix ce con!!
Then let's move in Howl of the moon where Tiago and Raniere are working, da grande class :-)
Nocomment, once a week it's good.
Saturday night fever, St-Patrick's day, after a crazy closing in my shop, we went to Dan flat in order to get drunk. Yes, we did!
A tortle in a bath, why noot Johnny, why noot!
FatMan Scoop !
I apologise for the absence of pictures about the end of the night, don't know what's happenned.
And da next day, a guiness as breakfast to get da strength.
Finally, for their last night, we went to DJ Spinna party, so good. Though a bit too house music for me unless any pills!!!! Foockin' junckies.
Life is lovely and... if it's not... Make it this way.
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