Imagine dancing your face off. On a Wednesday morning at 7am. Sober. No alcohol just juices, coffee and breakfast! That’s what I did last week and I am still smiling!
I found myself waiting in line in front of a nightclub in Meatpacking Disctrict when it was still dark out. Still sleepy and haven´t had breakfast yet, but hey I got my dancing shoes on so I guess I am ready. Am I really? Continue reading
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