Already a while go there was this Bacardi B-Live party way out in Rotterdam, Freshcotton was part of it. Canon-balling T-shirts into the audience. It was cool you should have been there, I wasn't either. See the video and experience it a little. But this entry is about the bus ride from Amsterdam to there and back, organized by our nice friends Nalden and Habbekrats. Thanks guys.
I don't know where they got this fucking bus, but apparently it is crazy. It has lounge chairs on the side so you're facing each other, room for a DJ, black lights, a cocktailbar, the whole shebang.
The DJ was none other than, the self claimed, best DJ in the world; The Flexican. The palest Mexican I've ever seen.
When there's a party going our own 'slick boy' Darnell can't stay behind.
Don Jessioni came along to make up for his shameful behaviour at Nope is Dope in Eindhoven.
Put Pelle in a tiny space and all of a sudden he isn't afraid to dance. Because everyone looks ridiculous dancing in a small room, right?
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