I woke up on Saturday afternoon with the first/worst hangover I’ve had in a year or two, and so I wasn’t much in the mood for doing anything. But when I checked my messages, I saw that my dear friend K. had written and invited us over for wine and pancakes to celebrate her birthday, and I couldn’t say no. While the thought of the former made me queasy, the latter sounded great, so we slowly made our way over to Friedrichshain.
After stopping off for applesauce and petunias, we arrived at the apartment of K. & J. where we enjoyed blueberry pancakes, Riesling mixed with sparkling water and Waldmeister, YouTube playlists, cameras, balcony hangouts, and the sweetest little Jack Russell named Jesus. Even though it was gloomy outdoors, inside the flat, we were all happy. I hope you had a wonderful day, K.
