My most favorite running partner has departed the city, but not before having her very own "longest 36 hour vacation ever" (sometimes, time bends here). We also managed to squeeze in (oooh, is that a gross pun? maybe...) a show at the infamous
Casa Rosso. It was... choreographed. We then attended an gala of sorts out in the Amsterdam burbs with great food and old people -- it felt like a tweaked out Eyes Wide Shut (though thankfully, no nudity at this show).
Last night was the first night since pre-Labor day that I've slept alone at my apartment. Get your head out of the gutter -- beyond guests, a friend was couch surfing while waiting for his apartment lease to start. Back to lonely nights of 24 and Northern Lights, though I am attending to my first ever Dutch house party next weekend! I am special (ed).
Oh and per the last post: Budapest was truly beautiful. So are Stef and Heather.


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