*no jodas*
Some readers may know that my favourite DJ in Berlin is DJ Pepe Vargas. Yesterday there was an event at the Mudd Club and as I have gotten on the DJ’s nerves for weeks asking again and again for some songs he didn’t know, he finally told me to bring a cd. Incredible. He played all my favourites that I hadn’t heard in a German disco before. La Fiesta Pagana, La Madre de José, Reggaetón. We were dancing and dancing…I didn’t even notice that my right foot was bleeding. Autsch. I only stopped when I realized that my bra’s strap had broken…
Moral:
Girls, let’s dance: careful and not too wild
If you don’t want embarrassment like a child.
Moral:
Girls, let’s dance: careful and not too wild
If you don’t want embarrassment like a child.
caliente_in_berlin - January 16, 00:37
¡JODER!
That doesn't seem a disco, it seems more like a battlefield with music (Jarhead?). If you feel better: my right feet is now twice the size of the left one. I'm old to play football (and a little bit clumsy too) A bra's strap broken?? ejem... No comments :-). By the way, it's late and I'm not sleepy.
Moral of what I said:
Who knows!! (I don't even think it worths to be called a logical thinking...)
But, girls, please, dancing (wild or calm) or not, BE NICE WITH THE GUYS WHO TALK TO YOU AT THE DISCOS!!! (being mean a little bit is OK).
Anyway, we're not in Spain or Italy so there won't be guys trying to talk to the girls. Remember...we Germans are cold and antisocial ;-)