Oh Saturday, where to fucking begin.
Slave to Fashion, free champagne, mirror mask, house party invite, long ass bus ride with poverty stricken immigrants, cut hot Czech guy with the edge of mirror mask, he bled, got off said bus too early, trannys wanted chicken, Japanese girls crowed and squacked, found house party (it was just beyond the crime scene), said house party was in a creepy basement filled with inebriated tranny's dancing to forty's swing music. If ever What the fuck was used to describe a night, this is the appropriate time. But it was fabulous, I felt the love for the mask, met loads of great people, lot's of pictures were taken, and videos filmed. An overall success.
Currently attempting to become Daniel Lismore's flatmate. Wish me luck.