...ok, kids, so here's the story...(i simply have to immortalize it into the course of history!!)...last wednesday...not having to go to school (some religiuos crap), caroline, brittany and me decide to drag ourselves to "pitstop"...but before that - go to "knuds garage" for a couple of beers...so, we get there...some absolutely smashed guy buys each one of us a vodka shot, then we fill ourselves with pints of pilsener and after singing along to our bud playing a couple of nirvana songs (i wonder how he could even pluck the strings being soo wasted!) we eventually go outside, heading for "pitstop"...feeling qite tipsy already, we are desperetely trying to get in for free, and after a long, long (almost neverending) and impulsive coversation with the bouncer we finally elbow our way through the crowd standing at the entrance...inside - soo many people, so stifling and hot (but very encouraging though)...the band is already on stage...i know one guitar player and the guy playing the keyboard..he is such a bastard!!...last time i saw him in "pitstop" he was continuously trying to kiss me, telling me i was all hot and sweet and all that shit...but i SURELY resisted his masterly seduction then..so, the gig starts, and all the people rush closer to the stage, and we nearly get carried away by the flow...after an hour of dancing and "shouting along" we get extremely exhausted and go get some more passioncider...(a magical and incredibly delicious drink all 3 of us are addicted to)...then another bud - jacob comes over and goes "hey, why dont you get on stage while the band's playing and give ken a kiss???" (ken is that obsessive guy who's been attempting to entice me and pluralistically playing the keyboard in that band called "run for cover")...i get absolutely stunned by such a frivilous request and timidly answer "no, i'm afraid thats not possible", but jacob goes on persisting "come on, julie, just one kiss on the cheek! he'd be so chuffed! he likes you soo much!"...i get more confused, but imperturbable indeed...than jacob (to my great astonishment) kisses me on the cheak (another one!..) and saying "...think about it!" (which sonds rather ambiguous) disappears in the crowd..


...to be continued (tired of typing and feeling an urge for a cup of coffee)...