sweet lies

What a good night!

Drank ridiculous amounts of tequila through the night, and felt absolutely nothing. I could even stand straight in my sky scraper-heels! So I thought that it would be a good idea to maybe drink some more. Then I suddenly got very drunk, within about 3 seconds. A few of us ended up at Emily’s flat, having shots (good idea), and I could feel my head spinning. Don’t really remember much but I know that I left (probably without saying bye, as this is how I normally behave when I drink). Andrea called me to see where I was (on my way home). I tried explaining that I wanted to sleep. (two drunk foreigners communicating over phone) I am tired. I am too old for this. I am turning 23 on Wednesday for God’s sake! (drama queen). I really don’t know why or how, but I ended up going to flux anyway, which turned out to be a great decision cos I sobered up and had a great time!

When I got too tired of dancing I started taking photos with frenzy. This random group of guys started posing and I thought it was great fun, snapping away. After about 50 photos they came up to me wondering if I was a professional photographer.

I saw the opportunity straight away. And I was obviously not going to let it pass.

Yes, I am in fact. My name is Inga, and I’m from Sweden (classic). I work for a famous music magazine called Flute (HAHAHA! I mean FLUTE?! I was under pressure I guess). I explained that I was working on an article and following the DJ on his tour. They were so impressed. I was so satisfied. I waved a little in his direction to assure them that we were indeed very good friends. He obviously didn’t notice me. I continued; Yeah, the DJ is actually Swedish you know. He is kind of like a national hero, so this is quite a big thing. After this I ran out of things to say, and bailed, with the promise that their photo would be in the article. I had no idea who this damn DJ was, I didn’t even know his name, and I am pretty sure he was NOT Swedish.

I on the other hand, am a famous DJ- photographer, travelling all over Europe lying my way to fame and fortune.

Fake it til you make it.