As always, our private "rehearsals" at my place end up with getting in the Condition or drunk within < 5 minutes. This time we got in the Condition with Maits' long awaited own stuff and as usual, we didn't play shit and went straight to downtown. With style.
For us when we are 60 years old and we can't remember what Tartu looked like. What we were like. One of few rock'n'rollers left. Especially in Estonia. What our life was like. What nowadays shitty cars looked like. What winter looked like. What the best friendship looked like.
A few beers @ Gen -> Möku, and we met Sam - the British guy who was supposed to apply for our drummer but expectedly never did (twice) - and his lads. Now, it was about to get interesting, because their lads got some more of Good Days. We tripped to Colin's place and saw an actual jar full of fucking Good Days.
Anyway, that was SOME blast. After that we went to long awaited McDonald's (Mait was overblasted, again... But the English lads know how to keep their lads up and going and dragged Mait all the way to Mäc.) Thanks to the overblast, Mait looked so bad again, that his new name is Shitty Sleez.
Sam is hungry
@ Colin's
What can I say? I'm gonna say it again... We don't need to sweat, it always comes to us. Rock'n'roll.
By the way, got some leathür.
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