Quickie before bed
I just found a video of my birthday party on youtube (to be fair, it would have been a party whether it was my birthday or not). There's these people who throw theme parties in a place that used to be a goth glub called Limbo, which got closed down a couple of years ago and reopened last year under what I imagine is new management and the same fire hazard, but seriously, who cares? Anyway, it's mostly always themes to my taste - metal night, 80s and 90s, etc. Turns out that just in time for my birthday they hired these DJs called Twisted Sisters - like the band, probably - who play rock. All kinds of rock, but mostly hard rock and prog rock, with a bit of british new wave of heavy metal thrown in. This is pretty much paradise in club form for me, so obviously I made all four of my friends come with me (two of them held out for the whole night - pretty good!)
So here's us rocking to Europe - Cláudia and I are sometimes barely visible, top left corner. I'm wearing a blue tee and the new haircut I made myself, shaved on the sides, vaguely mohawkish. (That lasted exactly one day and one night, I got bored of it that fast. I shaved off everything the next day, and now my mother is barely speaking to me. My dad, on the other hand, has the exact same haircut. Best thing I've ever done, I don't think I've had to properly look at a mirror in over a week.)
I took the liberty of screencapping:
Some girl there asked me what sex I was. It was disconcerting but amusing. I squeezed my boobs at her, she gave me a fist bump. Her boyfriend looked on, clearly puzzled.
I really miss the night life sometimes.
So here's us rocking to Europe - Cláudia and I are sometimes barely visible, top left corner. I'm wearing a blue tee and the new haircut I made myself, shaved on the sides, vaguely mohawkish. (That lasted exactly one day and one night, I got bored of it that fast. I shaved off everything the next day, and now my mother is barely speaking to me. My dad, on the other hand, has the exact same haircut. Best thing I've ever done, I don't think I've had to properly look at a mirror in over a week.)
Click to viewI took the liberty of screencapping:
Some girl there asked me what sex I was. It was disconcerting but amusing. I squeezed my boobs at her, she gave me a fist bump. Her boyfriend looked on, clearly puzzled.
I really miss the night life sometimes.