As our tropical summer is fast approaching, I am fiending more and more for the cold. Missing the mild climate isn't the only thing I miss from being back in Europe.. My birthday carried a bit of a nostalgic undertone, having my family on my mind and not being able to share my day with them. This last weekend was just about as close as I'll get to spending quality family time with my extended family. Saturday night I crashed and burned, accelerated by my main man Jack and topping it all off with death in a shot glass.. Bacardi 151. All while enjoying what comes off as the Filipino version of the Pussycat Dolls prancing around a club with an indoor swimming pool. These girls grind like its nobody's business, all while avoiding the ever feared metallic bikini wedgies. They're pros, I tell ya. Sunday in contrast was nothing but mellow yellow. We drove up and away from the city to arrive at a house smelling of barbecue and the most amazing adobo you will ever have.. and lounged and played wii and card games until it was time for us to get dressed to attend a birthday graduation dinner before we finally got home to my hangover kicking in double time to the point where I barely even come up with the energy needed to get myself ready for bed. T.K.O.
Because the photo-traffic on my iphoto has started to spin out of control, I figured It was time to post these randoms from my trip to Sweden. Seriously, there aren't many things in the world as enjoyable as drinking a milkshake in the snow.. OK maybe shopping for vintage hats in a store that seems to be getting bigger and bigger as you walk through it.. or rolling around the snow drunk on red wine while clumsily trying to build a snowman. AlIright I guess there are quite a few things as enjoyable, but I gotta say, any activity involving a milkshake tops my priority list pretty easily.