  10:30 pm at what might -despite shitty and hurtfull and rather typical NY's stuff that has already happened - turn into an awesome night, after all. Tina and me have been making up odd lyrics top fit Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" already...more to follow, as more alcohol flows. What a perfect day, have McDonalds at the Gracht, and later, when it gets nacht we"ll get drunk.... Oh what a perfect day, 6 Heineken in the backpack, next two them, two bottles of sekt, we"ll get druuuuunk. Oh it's such a perfect day...I'm glad i spend it with you oh, what a perfect day, you just keep me hanging on, you just keep me hanging on...... Life is still good, and geez, are we looking good in our tarty outfits, too. (Tina speaking) I still need some glitter...and then it is just a PERFECT DAY :) 
