yes, luck seems to like me. after an almost regular crash with my girlfriend on friday at the 5uper.net opening at mq:
she: what are those arty farty girlies around me? this place is so stupid. play-fm makes me definately hate all kind of electronic music, let’s leave. is it the poor equivalent to the leopoldsmuseum?
me: let’s have another beer, these are my friends. come on..
she: ok, i am about to hit on one of your friends right now.
me: perfect, so i can join the housewarming party of simon.
she: mister (forgot the name), let’s go to the donau just you and me.
i left with two friends and crashed at simon’s new flat, a common viennaise “take your shoes off” socks party near neubaugasse.
five hours later i managed to get home by cab and got stuck in the elevator. it was about six am and the lights went out. this was not a cheap eighties horror movie but me in an elevator not working anymore. 40 minutes later the firemen arrived and helped me out of this strange situation.
we’re fine again, as usual. me and the girl.

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