My plaid jacket is gone

What can I say. I love the Kit Kat Club. He is the world's best club – but at least in Berlin – and somehow I am now every two weeks there – know a lot of the regulars and the bouncers know me. What can I say: My family club and I stand by.

Well, and if I'm eh gedresst ever leads me my way to a previous event about 98,74% at the end at some point in the Kit Kat. After the Berlin Burlesque Festival it should also come as.

I spoke at the festival with a mother daughter duo from Hamburg, who were there, each with their friends and the deliberate rather quickly, come along, when I from my other evening plans told. The mother's friend had no desire and disappeared into the hotel all the other three were but happy with, But although only the (very cool mom) pretty much knew, what might have been expected in such Kitty.

The problem with spontaneous visits to the Kit Kat is always adhering to the dress code, the fit so directly only reserved for Mama. Since I anyway wanted to do even a short trip home, I just took all with and pimpte all a little.

I gave ado a short skirt, a pair of stockings, leggings and especially my great since 25 Hot beloved Schottenkarojackett, that belongs to an entire Schottenkaroanzug. So that suited some extent, and all came without any major problems purely.

It's great again, people watching during thawing, when they visit the Kit Kat for the first time.

The friend's daughter was initially very surprised, why should one e leggings worn and had convinced yet, that the shirt under the jacket still got away. At first he has yet resisted, he was convinced no later than half an hour later full of Kitty and understood, why he was so funny bears shows and found it quite normal.

Mom went at some point and the two bieben in Kitty and had fun in the evening. When I went to nine, it was not staying two late enough and they wanted to – I hope you have had the hotel checkout in mind.

When I went I have the two – because they could not find on the fast her wardrobe brand – leave my clothes yet for the evening – with the great promise, that they would send me everything…

I trusted them. – And never heard from again….

The evening was great, but I grieve for my jacket and therefore, I have once again lost a little faith in humanity.


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