making a game

That Cubano night which supposed to be fun and beautifull, but we saw it another way. Another doesn t mean bad, we just turned it in joke, couse we didn t want to be lost in the croud of people who had no idea what was happening there, seemed like none had it. So we escaped that dancing floor and hide behind the wood bar. Smoking cubano cigarette and pretending being native hombres cubanos who speak Spanish fluently and behave that extraordinar way.
I think we didn t get the right point of party which was clear to get, but we liked what we had.
The thing a love a lot about night city is that u can find urself in different places, whether it s strange swing or hill, or street, yard, old house. This night it was football field. It looked like stolen from American movie. All over rounded by grating, so full of space and melt ice on the ground. Against a background of absolutely grey nature its walls juicy coloured with graffity was like an art piece. First we were playing island survivors in the little snowhill in the middle and then the dancing part began-ice ballet dancers without any justificatory skills softly singing gracefully moving around.