Yesterday I organized a ‘goodbye I’m getting old’ BBQ. The ‘I’ would be me. Two weeks ago I have reached the age of 22. Shaving my beard has become useless and I’m trying to avoid the hairdresser before boldness catches me. Yes, the world is cruel, but luckily we have the knowledge to slaughter animals and brew beer! Well… ‘we’ doesn’t include me this time. Nevertheless, just eating and drinking isn’t a burden.
So I had invited people of whom I saw some too few or some too often, who are best friends or vaguely known. What counts is that most of them have a story to tell, a story I was interested in. A story which after all hasn’t reached my ears. I’ll have to see the ones I saw too few more often and the ones I see too often even more, to hear the stories………….and drink ;-).
Anyway the food was good, yes I’m ready for Finland…..are you?
So I had invited people of whom I saw some too few or some too often, who are best friends or vaguely known. What counts is that most of them have a story to tell, a story I was interested in. A story which after all hasn’t reached my ears. I’ll have to see the ones I saw too few more often and the ones I see too often even more, to hear the stories………….and drink ;-).
Anyway the food was good, yes I’m ready for Finland…..are you?
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