premise is difficult or even mention the reasons which led larvatamente someone like me to go to and the Pineta Disco by Visionnaire (after perbaccolina Investigate what it means 'Visionnaire') on the night of Saturday, February 13, 2010 and Sunday 14 days from the double value corresponding to a strange twist of fate, Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year that falls into (China) with the usual strength of the locomotor post-Maoist to the year of the tiger. The value becomes threefold whereas turns 40 on Feb. 16, an event in itself lower if not for all the psychological implications to enter the leaf from which we consoles just repeating like a mantra the Nanni Moretti Carodiarista: "I am a forty beautiful. "
So there is nothing to add.
What happened is that the boyfriend of a friend of my girlfriend who is responsible public policy and, like all those holding positions of social responsibility and exercising their power (or even a sub-category of power), would often come on Friday or Saturday, depending on the shifts determined by mutual agreement with the girlfriend in a disco.
The type of dancing that is to attend and also differs greatly from the type that I usually attend. I go to local 'alternative' (according to Zingarelli is "that which is opposed to everything that is imposed by the dominant system" and understand that this definition corresponds to the present day more and more the image of a running slam in the fog everywhere). He goes to clubs 'tendency' (the definition has given him and, I swear, saying it was not particularly serious because the boy in question very funny and clever enough to keep posting on the right thing).
In a nutshell: I go to places that are centers or former employees or ARCI picked up by a 'who-knows-it-to-music' and then you program Concerts-ini-ini band scatological (?) rooms or borrowed from us for such a party and putting up some money. He goes to clubs made the way God intended, that is equipped with a bouncer, door policy, planaggio light system suitable for the Space Shuttle, glass glass glass, clean toilet facilities and with the snow (no, that is, 'snow', we we understand each other). I'm going to
places where the girls spend hours at home in front of the mirror to see where he sprawled on stocking the best and that (the girls) have expanded the concept of eye-liner to a black line in the middle of the face and that, at most, with limonano Why do you think it is all part of their 'Weltanschauung' or, to put it like them, "Why not?" . He goes to places where the girls are cool, literally, ask any of your friend that there was and I will confirm it, dressed in rags ratealizzabili a mortgage, you trick with the effect-not-see and see their average fee is 500 € to sex (ie, this is the price that I was told about those of Pineta and Visionnaire By the time of crisis, so we go with the spring before taking on the fly and 500 note that maybe we just beat a blowjob and / or palpated in the roof).
I go to places where the rum and coke is a drink of color dell'Estathé and the average standard is to cock it and ask € 5. Where does he or does not pay shit ever because you know someone or have only heard the name of someone you may know, or make you a rum and coke with a molecular dispenser, the mix was thrown into the air and dribbling with their Roberto Cavalli pony (Dancin, this would be your job and you know why), and then they ask you 20 € and the color is always dell'Estathé.
I go to places where the average color is the 'Zozzo', provided that it is a color, where one says "Carine" addressed to your Superga filthy holes and actually buy in shops megafighi already filthy with holes in them and for what, in these stores megafighi, defines a 'aging process', where the music ranges from dark (which actually has the balls sfrantumato a bit' to everyone as always give those 4 pieces since its birth and the effect is one of your parents who go to dance hall from 20 years to listen always and only Baptists and Nomads) to electro (or electronic) spaccatimpani and able to make you forget you, the trash that is put on the initials of the cartoons and a piece of amber (the pre-anorexia and pre-clearance, the joyous boncompagniana machine in the landfill lolitas) dumbed down and smile. Where is the type clothing is chic faux-peasant, the music sucks and it seems that a child has sabotaged the system by putting in the music box BimboMix, there's a guy / that barks into a microphone and you say you pull up your hands and then lower them, you repeat what year it is, reminds you that you're spataccando face and always (the guy / a) a vague air despair.
E Saturday, February 13, we decided to merge the two worlds in a kind of abortion Quark experiment in which I was the guy Pavlov and the dog and went to all 4 Milano Marittima where it was a cold and fucking it is parked where the pine forest (one made of trees) dies or is born and we went to the front / at Pinewood By Visionnaire (by the way, I owe you an explanation that seems to be a furniture Visionnaire that if you pull the large and almost ashamed to say "You know, we do mobile and you all with concepts such as flour, have patience, are their own words:" The charm of a royal palace, the magical appeal of the night: Visionnaire starts from the decor of an ancient gate that opens up an unusual world. The dark inspirations, the esoteric references, some decorative elements declined in all the variables of interpretation almost baroque, excellence of form, the sophistication of materials "and blah blah blah). There was a queue for
enter but the guy came close to a mug miked and whispering to him and then pulled out what looked like a document or a bribe and told us "No problem". So we went and did the stairs covered with a strange-looking purple vicuna and we left very little fire retardant jackets and coats in the cloakroom (cloakroom to a memory that seemed to be the only ones that place to actually do a job) and we entered . We went to the track and we danced 3 or 4 songs. We have not pulled up their hands (and, consequently, we have not withdrawn down). We avoided a dozen bartenders with trays full of Moet Chandon and hebephrenic Crystal that ran between the tables. Me and my girlfriend went to smoke in a smoking area, a room 10 feet X 2 required that you type a posture of waiting tram. We're back on the dance floor. Ballati other two pieces. To me the sciatica started to hurt. The guy boyfriend the friend of my girlfriend said "Look at those two hotties" and I turned and tried to understand what he meant. I heard a very strong smell of hair gel, and shortly after, the smell of fart. My companion said, "Shall we go?" and I said yes and we said goodbye and we went home and I crawled a little 'leg because of sciatica.
car I said "You know that China is New Year's Eve?".
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