So last night Ben, Montana, Max, Steve and I all got ridiculously smashed before going to one of the hippest bars in London. Montana and I drank because we were too nervous about not getting in (they have a door selection and its the kick-off of fashion week) and the other boys drank because they are boys and don't worry about that kind of shit. We drank on the tube, on the streets, on a bridge of Thames (where we could see Big Ben). I love how you can just have open containers anywhere in london.
So after getting lost for a bit and buying more alcohol, we arrive at Nag Nag Nag to get to the end of a very very long line. And they werent letting ANYONE in. Suddenly this guy comes up to me and asked how many people I had in my party. And I said, (let me repeat, i was very VERY drunk)
"Four with me, but Im a suicidegirl."
Oh my god. Karma should have bit my ASS for that one. The guy should have laughed in my face. Instead he takes us to the VIP entrance and unlocks the velvet rope and we were IN.
SUCH A HOT CLUB!!!
Within five minutes, Ben found ecstasy for four pounds but I only paid two for some reason, and Steve bought me some drinks. While waiting in line for the bathroom I struck up a conversation with this beautiful french girl who knew the girl DJ that was spinning. And then the DJ comes into the bathroom right when the E kicks in, and says I can dance onstage if I make out with her friend (the beautiful french girl).
And the night only got better.....
Montana scored with an editor for Vogue, and invited him to participate in his fashion show on a BOAT tommorow. Max (who didnt take E) somehow got his drink spiked by some girl. I had to save Ben from some gay guy hitting on him viciously.
And while I was never one for kiss and telling (yea RIGHT) let me just say that for some reason my lips and the inside of my mouth are totally bruised up from severe face suckage.
WAY fun.
And today, I got a four hour long haircut by some Japanese Hipster at Vidal Sasoon for four pounds, and he took pictures of me afterwards because my cut is SO HARDCORE. I am so mod. My daddy says so.
I fucking LOVE London
and in conclusion:
being a suicidegirl fucking rocks
So after getting lost for a bit and buying more alcohol, we arrive at Nag Nag Nag to get to the end of a very very long line. And they werent letting ANYONE in. Suddenly this guy comes up to me and asked how many people I had in my party. And I said, (let me repeat, i was very VERY drunk)
"Four with me, but Im a suicidegirl."
Oh my god. Karma should have bit my ASS for that one. The guy should have laughed in my face. Instead he takes us to the VIP entrance and unlocks the velvet rope and we were IN.
SUCH A HOT CLUB!!!
Within five minutes, Ben found ecstasy for four pounds but I only paid two for some reason, and Steve bought me some drinks. While waiting in line for the bathroom I struck up a conversation with this beautiful french girl who knew the girl DJ that was spinning. And then the DJ comes into the bathroom right when the E kicks in, and says I can dance onstage if I make out with her friend (the beautiful french girl).
And the night only got better.....
Montana scored with an editor for Vogue, and invited him to participate in his fashion show on a BOAT tommorow. Max (who didnt take E) somehow got his drink spiked by some girl. I had to save Ben from some gay guy hitting on him viciously.
And while I was never one for kiss and telling (yea RIGHT) let me just say that for some reason my lips and the inside of my mouth are totally bruised up from severe face suckage.
WAY fun.
And today, I got a four hour long haircut by some Japanese Hipster at Vidal Sasoon for four pounds, and he took pictures of me afterwards because my cut is SO HARDCORE. I am so mod. My daddy says so.
I fucking LOVE London
and in conclusion:
being a suicidegirl fucking rocks
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rabbiofrock:
HELL'S YEAH!!!! 
brandviolet:
You're not in Kansas anymore.