Those of you who follow me on snapchat ( -> fridaregeheim ) know that I went to a little day party yesterday where people danced as if it was their last day on Earth. Lisa, Eva and I went to Ridgewood and Trans-Pecos, a club that Eva's friend Chris is running. It was boiling hot out, so naturally we started the day with a drink to cool down and then took our place in the small backyard that was slowly filling up with people.
These two girls were my golden company for the day. The reason for why we were there was that Eva was taking photos of one of the dudes that were playing. While she was up on the tiny stage getting good shots, Lisa and I jumped around with the rest of the sweaty crowd.
After a few hours we had to charge up with some food, so we went to the sketchy Chinese place next door and had noodles and fried rice for 4 dollars while flirting with two 3 year old twin brothers at the table next to us.
After finishing our meal we ran across the street to use the restroom at Dunkin Donuts. Customers only though, but ain't nothin but a thang.
Back at the space, people were raving over Princess Nokia who is now my new girl crush. I didn't get a good photo of her, but she was killing it in a little bikini dancing like a queen to her MIA/Azealia Banks influenced tracks and throwing herself out in the audience. No one barely noticed when the rain started pouring down, all mesmerized by her. At one point we had to move inside to not kill the equipment, but we only stayed for a few tracks of Wiki, then Lisa and I headed back to Bushwick.
When we got back all the bars were crowded, so I texted this guy and said we're crashing your fire escape! Obviously thrilled, he met up with us and we brought back wine and beer and watermelon that we had while envying the neighbors BBQ two houses away. The rain left us alone and even though our butts got numb from the uncomfortable brackets it felt like we could've sat there till morning.
But after hours of talking about twins and Family Guy and the German's habit of mixing wine with mineral water, smoking packs of cigarettes, finishing two bottles of wine and listening to our favorite Strokes tracks, we climbed back inside. Lisa kissed us goodbye and the loud latino music from the neighbor's made its way through the open window as we drifted into sleep.