badass shoes and a badass night

preparty @ eline's last night. it was basically me and her+some friends of hers and youtube. christina called me later and we met up @ Silver., along with Gjertrud+some other poeple. it was so packed that it was hard to dance. some stupid hoe stepped on my feet and it hurt. the same girl stepped on eline's foot as well and the situation was close to a cat fight, but it was avoided. afterwards we went to cafe opera and danced some more. it was a little bit better. we bought some ciabatta's at deli's, it was very nice. after saying goodbye to eline i bumped into this equadorian fellow who told me this was his last day in norway before returning to his home country. and this needed to be celebrated at his place. nachpeil. i thought to myself that this was an excellent opportunity to speak spanish, so i went along with him and some other latinos and some norwegian girls. he had told me his house was very close, but it turned out he was lying. this kinda pissed me off, so i ended up just staying for 15 minutes before leaving. besides, i was sobering up and one of the drunk norwegian girls was dancing salsa by herself. it appeared to me this wasn't the brightest idea i had had that night, so i started to walk home. on the way home three different guys stopped me. one wondered where he was, and i said i didnt know, but good luck. the next guys were on the other side of the street, trying to unlock a door. they yelled: "hey! do you want to sleep in beetween us"? very nice. the last guy wondered if i had just passed him earlier. i told him that might be accurate and how come? and he said i might get offended, but he only saw the back of the girl and she wore high heeled shoed and had blonde hair. - yeah, that's about half the population in the town, so i guess it wasn't very likely it was me. weirdo. in bed about 4 o'clock. feeling fine today.

here are some pics from late night:



aren't eline's shoes just incredible gorgeous? i became crazy tall with them.