Oh, what a night

I didn't tell you about my New Year's day. My friends and I happened to celebrate it in some tiny flat in the suburbs and I didn't learn to drive so grabbing the keys and leaving was hard. But I did it because at 2 am we were already bored as they were all quite stoned by that time just watching stupid videos on youtube and laughing harder than they should. I'm not really into parties like that so I grabbed my coat and ran away without saying goodbye.
The only problem was that public transport doesn't work in the middle of the night so I had to befriend some drunk girl for her to flag a ride. Under the overpass we were still waiting when one car with two guys in it stopped right beside us. I was actually quite scared but there was no other way so I hopped on. Thank God, in 20 minutes I was already in a better place, safe and sound.

I went to the Union which is my favourite bar out there. They often have good live bands and the stuff is very friendly. I was dancing to some French song when one guy came up and gave me a Bengal light. It was emitting flames and sparks when he told me his name was Hermann and he was a ballet dancer.

Hermann: "You're amazing! You drink your cocktail through one straw, then through another, then through both! It's so cute!"
Me: "Err, okay"

He started to bore me so I went dancing without him and met that chatty guy who asked if I want to have breakfast with him one of these days. I said yes but he never called. Oh oh, quel dommage!

So I was dancing and dancing and dancing again and then I noticed that it's already 6 am and probably it's time to go home. That's it.

(text and pictures don't cooperate, I know I know)