What if, all that you had to look forward to were the things that
are free, like sunrises, wagging tails, holding hands, and your imagination.
Would it all be worth it?
Probably.
What if you could trade-in some of your free stuff for fabulous wealth, fulfilling
work, gorgeous looks, or anything else that your heart desired? Would it all be
worth it?
Does a bear sleep in the woods? Is the Pope Catholic? Would you like syrup with
your French Toast?
We used to go to every party in 2002/2003..It seemed like everyone was organizing parties every week. And real effort was put into the presentation of the parties. It slowed down a lot and we miss parties where they spin good hiphop.
Chocolate was the place-to-be at that time (in Rotterdam). The music, the decoration, the free mix cd’s, the t-shirts, the beat-the-line tickets, (yea, it was that crowded). Shout out to the original Chocolate crew. (Amsterdam & Rotterdam)
Jeroen, me, R and Faiza.
This was actually my second fase of partying. The first one started when I was around 18. We killed Goldfinger in Rosmalen every friday!! First on the dancefloor, last to leave! Words can not explain the fun we had. After that it was Bassline at Paradiso all the way. I remember saying to my friend: the concentration of cute guys per square meter tops every other party.
Let’s all pray a third fase will come my way.
The other day Faiza celebrated her birthday party <–(check out the photos) at a spot called Camping in Rotterdam. This was definitely the livest party in a long while! A traditional Moroccan band took over. No other party where you can see Morrocan girls and Cape verdian (did i say that right?) fellas shaking their butts and battling eachother.
