So I had the kind of weekend that kept me away from sleep and on beer and that made me sigh at the end and whisper "Best weekend ever" under my breath. Friday we all took off to Sirnaville festival outside Bucharest. I don't know what we were all expecting but it turned out great.
But I need to add that maybe the greatness of the whole thing was not necessarily because of the festival but the wonderful people I went with. So big hugs to @pandutzu, @gabriela_perca, @cart00n, @adrianciubotaru, @d3vilgirl, @davidpripas, @roxana_niculae, @iulianv. You guys made my summer go from blah to wonderful, you can't even tell we've known each other for only a week, can you? :))
There was music, there was laughing, there were mosquitoes and borrowed jeans, sex talks and giggling at inappropriate times, stalking of singers and actors, a sky that had visible stars, butterflies in my stomach and Lemons and Clark Kents, stolen cigarettes and totally unhealthy meals, twitter in-jokes, hugs to keep warm, new friends in unexpected places, making lemonade and feeling the smell of lemons all day, coming home at 6 am passing by people who were already getting ready for work and smiling right before falling asleep even though I'd be up in less than 5 hours to do it all over again.
Yeah, this is how summer is suppose to taste like.