prior to anything, we got some movies for tomorrow - one of which was an awful recommendation. tonight we were too big of a group to fit anywhere, let alone a small cafe. ron was good enough so he bought us a bag of peanuts. narta was taking photos, so i guess i might put photos at some point, but right now, my camera is broke and i like to keep it that way. we drank up at tingle and small chit-chat was there. beer seems to be our friend. stories were told about our newzealender/kiwi friends, one of which resembled joscef (a smoking-drinking version). after that, all of us - i'll name us (nita, drindi, ron, schatz, narta, milot, narta's brother, alban muja, milot's sister... ) - went to a cafe called
traffic
great small place, at a corner, at a quiet neighborhood. let's you play your own play-list - if you know the guys that run the place of course. beer and raki could be favorite companions, along with The Cure or any other band that's playing. I felt really sad because i was reminded of a great friend that passed away, but was happy for what was left. After being tipped off by Rina that akbar is a no-show because only the DJ was the one playing, and no ears were there to listen to its beats. personally, it's my favorite part of a party - dancing to the beats, real close and chatting to the one playing. anyways, we then moved our feet to
johny's
small place, isolated from the mainstream and small cafes. it is way-off the radar of your regular places, and it's like you are teleported back in time to get the boogy on. the owners are super nice people, and one of them touched my cheeck when i paid the bill - sweet. And he talked to Ron - Hi, my name is Ron, and I'm an alcoholic - about the speed at whichi he was throwing down hard raki at his throat and stomach. they were being careful that not too much raki was going down our throats. it was like being looked after a really nice person - not an annoying one.
departed after that with nita. there were some old friend that i shook the glasses with, but nothing more than that. we're a crazy lovable bunch that i'm glad to be part of.
traffic
great small place, at a corner, at a quiet neighborhood. let's you play your own play-list - if you know the guys that run the place of course. beer and raki could be favorite companions, along with The Cure or any other band that's playing. I felt really sad because i was reminded of a great friend that passed away, but was happy for what was left. After being tipped off by Rina that akbar is a no-show because only the DJ was the one playing, and no ears were there to listen to its beats. personally, it's my favorite part of a party - dancing to the beats, real close and chatting to the one playing. anyways, we then moved our feet to
johny's
small place, isolated from the mainstream and small cafes. it is way-off the radar of your regular places, and it's like you are teleported back in time to get the boogy on. the owners are super nice people, and one of them touched my cheeck when i paid the bill - sweet. And he talked to Ron - Hi, my name is Ron, and I'm an alcoholic - about the speed at whichi he was throwing down hard raki at his throat and stomach. they were being careful that not too much raki was going down our throats. it was like being looked after a really nice person - not an annoying one.
departed after that with nita. there were some old friend that i shook the glasses with, but nothing more than that. we're a crazy lovable bunch that i'm glad to be part of.
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nice typing even though allegedly drunk eh?
sa ka zgat me shkru qato whithout drunk typos, lkike thbis yoiu knoew.
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