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This Saturday we all got invited to Mainz by Luke to celebrate his birthday. The party was in a bar/pub in Mainz, theme of the night "the Seventies". In the afternoon, Yara, Simone, Gaborno and I decided to try and get some appropriate attire. After a while, we figured out that we have completely different understanding of how people used to dress in the seventies. Well, who cares, worst case scenario we pretend we thought it was a Halloween party. I decide to opt for the "Mina hosting Studio Uno" style (or any other program of the seventies where Mina hosted): black dress, white stockings and black boots (thanks Yara!). Very optical. And last week I also went to the hairdresser, and by chance he cut my hair seventy style. So we meet at Yara's place, get dressed, figure out that we haven't done this for tooooo long and off we run to the S-Bahn. We arrive in Mainz, manage to find the place, and wait until the alcohol kicks in. Which, to be honest, doesn't take too long, apart from the fact that the bastards didn't put gin in the gin tonic, so that after 6 of them I was way too sober: shame! As you can see from the picture, Carlo got the prize as "best dressed man", he really looks like a cop out of a seventies b-movie. At 3 something we decide to somehow go back home. We manage to get some more beers and some croissants (ahhhh, hungryyyy) that we swallow waiting for our S-Bahn. On our way back, we freak out when we figure out that Yara went off at the airport, but apparently she did it on purpose. And the best thing is that we watched her getting out of the train and noone said anything until the train had already started again. Well, whatever. Too bad next weekend I am in Milan, otherwise we should have done it again. Disco baby!