02 August 2011

With the Mets

Around 20 yesterday I heard a knocking on my door. Outside was Mette, my friend from pre school. We made lemonade (ginger+lemon+sugar+water), sliced some nectarines and headed to the roof to soak up the evening sun. We were up there all alone, gossiped quite a lot, discussed apartments and were aggressively eaten up my mosquitos. When we finally surrendered to the beasts and went back down to my room, we both couldn't stop scratching the 40+ new mosquito bites we'd each acquired from an hour and a half on the roof. But it was worth it.

 Mmm, grated ginger...
 It's not skyscrapers. It's chimneys.

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