Well I knew the moment was about to come. The moment to show the other side of my life, the dark one, the one my mother doesn't know about. The moment to open up and be realistic, the moment of getting out of the closet like a queer teenager. The moment to show our sweaty shirts and twisted faces and not being ashamed of it - The moment of my very first f***ing PARTY VIRUS POST! (...)
We all have been waiting for the famous Underground Rebel Bingo to come to Lisbon...
Expectations were very high, the party animalesc hormones were floating off our bodies like sweat from a junkie on rehab. We bought our tickets, we talked about it all month... we kept on talking but time was hard to pass by. Walking on the streets like zombies waiting for a chance to live, asking everybody if they were going and feeling sorry for those who didn't. They didn't know what they were missing. Looking at strangers and know that they were going just for the same anxious eyes we all shared - like a cult.
I waited, decided what to wear, waited a little more.
I went to the party, partied hard, lost my earrings... who cares?! Partied even harder, dancing like crazy, jumping in 20cm heels and wishing for this night never to come to an end.
Allow me to present my vodka halter-ego: Madame Vintage.
