3. december. Prag

Heeeey, que pasa, råbte T. ind i intercom'en i metroen. Jeg var flad af grin fordi hun talte spansk til en tjekkisk intercom. Vi var fulde og jeg ved ikke hvordan vi endte til det rave. Jeg kan ikke huske om vi havde fundet det forinden eller om det bare dukkede op. Måske var vi bare on a roll. Det var inde i en slags hal. Jeg havde købt en bluse i blå og orange spandex og følte mig som Superwoman. Vi røg en joint med en skægget fyr, der var lidt lækker. Jeg tror jeg var så kæk at jeg bare havde undladt at tage krykkerne med. Det betalte jeg for bagefter. 

Heeeey, que pasa, T. shouted into the intercom down in the metro. I thought it was so funny that she spoke Spanish to a Czech intercom system.. We were tipsy and I have no idea how we got to that rave. I don't know if we'd found it prior to the city trip og if it just turned up. Maybe we were on a roll. The rave was inside a kind of hall. I had bought a blouse in blue and orange spandex and felt like Super Woman. We smoked a joint with a bearded guy, he was kinda hot. I think I was so bold that I had just left my crutches at home. I payed for that afterwards.