I was there, of course! We were already half way to the party, when someone called and told us about the change of plans. We had to turn around and change direction!
It wasn't good, but neither was bad. We ended up leaving the place around 5:30 in the morning. I could barely move my feet without having the feeling that a thousand knives were been drawn toward them, stabbing my soles on each step... but, somehow, I managed to get to the station and took the train home.
Keila told me to stay with her at her house, and then leave the next day, but I needed to go to the comfort of my own place... and where the muscles relaxant pills were!
Marc, Roberto and David... They made the evening fun!
The conversation piece of the night! A flyer from match.com!And it reads as follows:
If only store clerks call you DARLING... match.com. The number 1 and more successful portal to find your match!
That was pretty funny... distributing that kind of propaganda in a place like Trauma, where, if you want, you might find many one night stands... but hardly your match!
This is a weird photo! I guess it came out that way cause of the light changing in the disco. But it looks cool, nevertheless.
The Brazilian girls at the Hen Party
Flavio (another Brazilian) and a bartender at Trauma, posing here with Keila
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