The only national holiday when i didnt have to go to work.
So this will be a long post.
my first lonely brunch. (Boooriiiiiiiii...)
4th
I went to Central Park, basically half NY was grilling in CP. The rest went to the beach.
archangel on 5th avenue
we wanted to get on top of the Standard. we didnt manage.
we went to the street instead
with a shitload of policemen
to watch the fireworks.
Ágotának sok lesz ez. Rooftop bar at Americano.
French men were inviting us for drinks. That was nice. But they couldnt pronounce the letter H.No go.
Here we were on our way to Catch. With Max. We knew Max for o,5 min.
Catch. Very fancy. No clue what I was doing there.
Buffala Mozzarella pizza. Vághy Annára gondoltam végig, ki másra.
Weirdest thing ever. This guy started to talk to me on the street on the way home. Asked him where he was from. Answer: Austria. I told him he didnt sound like austrian. Then he told me "really?! you dont think i am austrian? well check this out"
He had a fucking austrian eagle tattooed on his chest. I took the photo and ran.
I am going to have nightmares.
3AM texting with Nick
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