Of course I had many thoughts about what to wear. I was finally gonna meet the radio man. I thought.
A few days before, I went to my friend A.’s house and made a small fashion show with all the possible combinations. Together we decided it should be the shoulder dance shirt, my good old dancing friend and that sexy bathing suit I had never worn before. Well, I had worn it once when I went with a friend for a swim but back then I was ashamed of my body… Back then I even send her a photo on whatsapp first asking if she thought it was ok before I dared to wear it in public.
Now I felt confident enough and the shoulder dance is perfect for hiding your problematic areas if you want to.
The Party was… kinda weird. It was pretty empty. The place was funky, it had a black and white tiled floor and red velvet interior. I was late because of that stupid flight chaos, had no time for a shower and went straight from the hotel there. Carlo was acting weird, just read Alia iacta est. Anyway, he was weird and he didn’t act on the shoulder dance. Usually DJs did show reactions. At least in the wrong era times with Franz Scala back in 2019. But Carlo either didn’t understand or just ignored it.
There was a guy walking around on the dancefloor, handing out accessoires like gloves and masks. He had cat masks in silver and golden. I grabbed a golden one and danced with the cat mask on a bit until it became too hot. It was a pretty hot and humid night.
Later a photographer showed up and took pictures of the crowd. In that moment something cracked in me. Carlo was ignoring me, the music was crap, people were weird. I waved at the photographer for attention and did this:
Oh, if I remember right there were rumours afterwards that I was drunk. I wasn’t. I am a drunk, I like beer and I can drink a lot. At that fancy place they were selling 0,2l glasses for 4 euros. I had five of them. I guess the photo bomb happened after that. But I don’t remember.
What I do remember, I ordered the first beer at the bar in the back and the other four at the bar on the dancefloor. One time I gave the bar lady ten euros and it took her a while to give me my change back. She took notes in between. The next day I found five euro note in my wallet with a pentagram on it and four dashes. As if the bar lady took notes about my drinking.
I freaked out about the pentagram and got rid of that five euro note as soon as possible.
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