Hiya, all!
Went to the sickest club outing in a while. The music and the dancefloor ramped up when we switched DJs. His name's Mark and he is a Stockholmer who has never been to JA but commands the crowd and hypes them up like a true island pro.
It's winter so of course I had to get cozy in an H&M faux fur jacket. I danced my butt off, and like any good time, by the end of the night, my legs ached and my voice was gone. I only had one drink, Red Bull and Smooth Vodka. I don't drink that often, but it still tasted like juice, so I don't know if I got ripped off or not, but I had a blast with my Jamaican friend Monique. I definitely showed the Swedes how to REALLY get down to dancehall that night.
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