danDan, YazMan & nasHMachine's

Night Out

~A Story In Pictures~

That Saturday a brisk wind was blowing through old London Town and two opposing ends of the city, three young girls were getting ready for a night out; danDan, YazMan & nasHMachine.

Before they left the house, Danielle and Yasmine asked Yasmine's big sister to take a picture of them. This was to be the first picture in a long line of pictures, telling the story of that fateful night; danDan, YazMan and nasHMachine's night out.

The two fashionistas sat on the bus to Brixton tube station, flashing the camera. They were wearing sunglasses at night. They thought they were hot!

The three girls finally met up and made it to the club, only to find out that DUH DUH DUHHHHHHH! They needed ID. nasHMachine had ID, danDan;s breasts were her ID, but poor YazMan had no idea and was left outside in the cold to endure the faint sounds of the banging sounds inside.

MEANWHILE, in the club, nasHMachine and danDan had put their coats in the cloak room and had taken our rightful place on the dancefloor, which was empty.

Let the dancing begin.

Finally, after negotiations with bouncers, freezing hands and many text messages back and forth between YazMan and danDan, she was let in the club and the fun could really begin.

The girls were dancing. They were the party starters, everyone knew what time it was when they got on the floor, for the refused to hold back. All the other females were stuck to the wall. Not danDan, YazMan & nasHMachine- NEVER THE CASE.

Then the club started to get packed:

And weird things started happening. The first weird thing was the appearance of the following man:

The girls found it hysterical.

Until...

he started trying to feel up YazMan.

But YazMan don't get down like dat, so she quickly headed away and left the freaky man to do what madness he was doing.

The girls had been dancing and having a good time in their little group, when suddenly another creepy man thought that he could dance with them. But he was smoking and his nasty smell chocked the girls. nasHMachine decided that she was going to give him some bunny ears to teach him a lesson.

But suddenly the creepy man's sister THE WICKED OLD SKOOL DANCEHALL WITCH OF FINCHLEY EAST knocked nasHMachine and felt very proud of herself and clapped her hands in approval of her dastardly act.

the party was bumping and the disco ball was spinning

and the three girls were having a good time. no alcohol. no drugs. just a good girly night out. der was bum shaking:

cranberry juice sipping