At one point in the escape room, Mareen had to spank us with a leather paddle... it was definitely an experience...
Friends
It was such a lovely day. Everyone was there. So many friends came to Hamburg for the weekend, and we all had a wonderful time.
I seldom think it’s a good idea to skip my workout for the day. This was one of those exceptions.
Days like this are the best.
Summer is the best season, no debate needed.
This is somehow not as shocking to anyone else as it is to me, but how was this cocktail only invented in 2008? We had smartphones then! How did nobody, in all those years before that, think to smash up a bit of basil and throw some random alcohol into it?! It’s absurd!
My journal entry from two years ago (just a classic text-based journal) ended with me promising myself I wouldn’t spend my birthday alone the following year. And I didn’t.
Last year, I invited my friends over on the evening of my birthday, and it was wonderful. Now many of them have babies, so this year I invited them over on Sunday afternoon for coffee and cake instead. It was great.
I went to bed blissful and full of gratitude.
Visiting Tower Bridge while melting wasn’t exactly a highlight of this trip, but I’m glad I saw it.
We had quite a social day. Notting Hill is unbelievably beautiful.
We were the only ones in the class, and it was more of a “here are the materials, do what you want” kind of deal than anything else.
We spent the first of May in the park, having a great old time. It couldn’t have been a better start to the month.
I slept like a baby after this day.
A proper birthday butt slapping.
The spider crossed my “this is fine” boundary and was promptly evicted.
Give me a run, an exhibition and good company and I'm having a good day.
Catching up while walking 10.000 steps.
Running became fun again once I stopped winging it and went back to following a plan.
I actually had to go back to the popcorn person and switch mine, because they accidentally gave me salty popcorn too.
I read the whole book on release day and loved it.
Not even the very expensive tickets could lessen my amazement about Sagrada Família.
Who needs meteorology when my head forecasts the weather?
