noites insones e muito energético com vódega depois...

uma quarta rock no james, double drinks, excelentes companhias e vários copos de vodka com energético depois:
convidei o bar inteiro para uma festa na minha casa no sábado passado.
detalhe: Festa do Zumbi, as pessoas deveriam aparecer vestidas de zumbi.

A Caren sai com essa: o que fazer num sábado a noite com 5 zumbis sentados na sua sala?

olha o texto da festa:

The Zombie Party
If someday, or everyday, you’re the one who wake up and desperatelly try to give a sense of your fucking life and try to make yourself believe that in some way it makes any sense.
If you really try to believe that your job means somenthing for you and that money is not everything.
If everthing that you want is a sweet lemonade, but instead of buy your fucking lemons you come home with a ridiculous watermelon.
If you spend all your Money and have to sell your car to pay for drinks, dresses and shoes.
If your drunk the Best moments of your life and for some fucking reason you try to sharee it with someone you think you love. I do not refer to your pet. But what the fuck this word really means after all.
I fyou want to travel and leave in a differente country Just to make it easier to belive that you’re someone that you know you’re not.
If you think you’re strong enough to handle everything that happens and you’re fucking not.
If everything makes sense when you close your eyes in a dancefloor and the most honest chat that you have ever had is in the bathroom line of nightclub when you’re listening Strokes and screaming like a bitch pretending that the people you just met are the most incredible people in the world until you realize that everything they wabt is sagg you all night long before leave you.
You can’t deny you’re, Just like us, a fucking zombie, waiting for some anthidote as a lemos parfum that Will gives you some hope or happiness. Even IF its Just for some minutes.
You’re think you’re special, but you Just like me.
So come to thius party ans pretend that you’re a zombie like everyone else, vome and dance with me.
Bring your russian water. You favorite songs. Your deapest dreams and desires.
No judges, no limits.
Get up and walk
Wake up and dance
We’re faded to pretend.
Sp lets pretend you’re what you are, hopefully luckier than reasonable.

Prometo traduzir na próxima quarta rock.

Eu e o Maurício escrevemos esse texto às 3 horas da manhã. A história de tomar perfume - é um produto que eu uso para limpar o chão da casa é verdade - o resto também, como qualquer outra noite.