Dancing in the moon light

So we bagan from dancing with The Beatles in her old style posh flat and drinking self made coctails, that was easy to understand that i m not going home though i didn t sleep this night.

Nobody joined us in plan to come to krizis Jhanra for a while, and we entered it just together without any money in the pockets. Masha is crazy about this place, and i understood why.

I love it when u feel soo free dancing and shouting that then u may die of tiredness but u can t stop.

U meet people, hug friends who randomly came and one second the craziest part begins.

Just Nesh from Blust group says "Well, let s stop playing fools", and u drink booze one by one, mostly for Las vegas and Japaneese pupils, kiss a guy just because u want to steal his hat this time and drink again and foret about time at all. U recollect it just when u wake up at 3 o clock, see missed calls on ur telephone, and take stolen glass out of the bag(that was 7 in the morning when time to steal glass came but there s nothing around u, so u drink 1 tekila, break it by accident and drink another).

And it s strange to come back on this very day to have supper with Nesh and Masha, laugh with uncommon people about the night and be introduced by Nesh to manager(who i hope has n t seen me in so non-working behaving)

And this picture s just to remind about my exams..