So this is what I’ve been up to: Chowing down on gigantuan hunks of mozarella cheese and chugging bottles of (too sweet) ice wine while overstaying our welcome at A‘s enviable bachelor pad. Trying to play with his extremely intelligent cast and failing like the noob I should be (no broken arms for me; no thank you). (Re)discovering for ourselves – over many dinners, even more drinks and two Semi-final World Cup matches – just how extinct the species of men that B belongs to is. And all this with my unquestionably loyal partner-in-crime O.
And this is what I’ll be up to: More rest. The World Cup finals (Go Oranje!). Project Makeover for B, which means we’ll be binning that mustard shirt you see up there.