Bonfire shots and five dancefloors
Like most of my weekends I started it in East. Here I had just got of the overground in Dalston and ooh what I love the vibes I get here.
One of my dates for the night was Clara, a french kick-ass girl I've just started to get to know. 
We told secrets and laughed at childhood stories in the backgarden of Shackwell Arms.
Soon Max joined us for more wine and beer before we where out on the streets again towards our next destination. We thought The Victorian was a good idea but it was totally dead so we took five bonfire shots for 5£ and left. 
To Ridely Road Market! Gingerbeer mojitos in tropical heat got you forgetting all about the November cold outside. Here we danced ourself sweaty to good music on a dancefloor packed with people. Don't you think this photo looks like it's from a movie or something?maybe just me hah
Ended our night with dounts at Max flat and with his spanish flatmates. My sister came draging on her suitcases and the three of us walked over to Claras place. It was 4am and after being scared of someone knocking hard on the door for 10 minutes (at 4am in the morning!??), we shut down the lights and locked the door before falling asleep in the same bed.
Now I'm just going to sleep for a hundred years.
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