brussels rocks
Sunday, January 29, 2006
last night we went vip to le you, a club full of beautiful people who know it. one table, a comfy sofa and a bottle of whiskey that cost as much as kester spent going to the toilet (50c a time), made us feel very important people indeed. did you know that €95 for the bottle was actually a good deal? no, it took me some convincing too...
but boy, did we get our money's worth. if the belgians didn't know how to dance before last night, me and dobbo taught them. representing the uk on the continent, gaying it up has rarely been so successful.
left about 5:30, to the disappointment of kester, who'd managed to pull a woman with the frissiest hair this side of the geraardsbergen. she spoke no english, but that didn't matter as they spoke in tongues. if only she knew that he was to wake up in bed with a man for the second consecutive morning ;)
oh, and as we left the club, guess what kester did? yep, tip the doorman (that's hypocritical).
but boy, did we get our money's worth. if the belgians didn't know how to dance before last night, me and dobbo taught them. representing the uk on the continent, gaying it up has rarely been so successful.
left about 5:30, to the disappointment of kester, who'd managed to pull a woman with the frissiest hair this side of the geraardsbergen. she spoke no english, but that didn't matter as they spoke in tongues. if only she knew that he was to wake up in bed with a man for the second consecutive morning ;)
oh, and as we left the club, guess what kester did? yep, tip the doorman (that's hypocritical).
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::So the infamous dancing has been on tour... really Matt you're working a miracle for European relations.
(Probably.)
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