Shunt

I can't believe I hadn't even heard about that place before!!!
Even if, right now, I am nursing one of the biggest hung-overs in human history...

I fell in love with all of it. It has everything I expected London night life to have when I first moved in.
Underground, huge, great DJs and crazy bands playing, amazing (and very random) setting, with a dance floor but loads of chill-out areas too, an incredible mix of people, and a fucking long queue to get in as well...

If you don't understand why the place is emptying and don't believe your friends when they tell you, that, come on, it's 4:30, we should go home, it must be that you had a great time!

I just wish I hadn't stolen that full bottle of wine, on top of the bar, just there for me to take, and hadn't happily shared it in 30 seconds top with Tam. (Because one has to make the evidence disappear quicky...)

I'd like to know as well why, if I left home with an half-empty pack of cigarettes, I came back with three full ones...?
A big thanks to the generous donators, even if I can't remember who you are!

I'd love to come back tonight, as it is their last night before a month of closure because of refurbishment, apparently. But the bouncers told me I'd need to be in the queue before 8pm, and I'm meeting HIHES for our official "first" date at 9pm in Soho...

I'm a bit nervous. Ok, really nervous actually.
I think it has a lot to do with the fact that we already slept together.
What will he be expecting? (=should I clean my room?)
And I'm a little worried about the fact that we both had huge beer goggles last saturday...