It was Hans‘ birthday on Wednesday and after work, I was asked to head to Zouk to celebrate. The thing is that it was Mambo Night. And I hate mambo nights. But, it was Hans. So Charlene, Vincent and I ended up heading there.
Even though Charlene said she hated mambo nights, too, she somehow could totally fit into the dance crowd with all her dancing actions. And I will hate her for dragging me up to the platform where I had to move my stiff body awkwardly to the disco tunes.
I hate mambo nights
Can’t remember who, Charlene and I
High and Dry