London sentimental

Before I publish my "serious" blog, I must share some of this weeping sentimentality, that has captured me recently. It happens on Fridays, most likely when I am on the sofa with headphones on, while all of my Slovenian friends are partying on the route Zajc-K4-SubSub-Metelkova. From my perspective it sounds like a magic combination from a lost dream. Despite living in this great city I can not undertake numerous excitements any more, I get used even to such extraordinary sights as the Westminster fairy tale palace. But it seems that I could never get used to a quiet Friday/Saturday evenings (stuck at home), or even less likely, compromise with fake beats, crowds or prices outside. This kind of peculiarity gives me a hard time, when I want to swap my sofa for a cosy place. If I only were a trancer, it would be much easier; I could pop to one of many notorious squat parties.

So last Friday I was perpetually listening to the very last minutes of Surgeon's set in the club Katakomben, an emotional part, which almost made me shed a tear. I imagined all of my people in the front of k4's big stage, with my boyfriend behind the DJ, animating the crowd with his hips, smiling faces and dancing bodies ... I crave for a family night in Ljubljana. I can only hope that mr. Surgeon will scatter my home oriented focus this Friday and give me some hell of a time. If not, I will cease partying here. But untill then, Vauxhall, here I come again!