FRIDAY.MÖVENPICK.

Kat, Emma and I went out the day before. First at Livingroom for the Thursday's Supa Fresh.. and then we went off to check out the supposed to be new thursday club Pigalle. Good people, bad DJ. But all good. Nice to see old faces.

Q of the day: " Don't you just hate it when the DJ doesn't notice when he clears up the dancefloor when he plays for himself and not for the people? Does it make him a bad DJ?"

I would say yes..

Funny though.. He (the DJ) was havin' a blast on stage bobbin' his head (HARD) after the beats.. while there was only this one guy on the dancefloor.. drunk with no rhythm .. dancing.

Anywho.. Me and Kat was supposed to meet up for coffee the day after at 10.. then 1030. 11.. we ended up at Stockfleths, tired as mofos, shades and double mochas at 11.20 am.. Off to work.. yada yada..

Then met up with sisters + Deck for ice cream at Mövenpick. Chocolate & Passion-Fruit Mango. Doesn't get better than that. (Maybe Dolce Vita). Kira was a crackhead like always and I always manage to be the odd-girl-out when it comes to sneakers.