So on Saturday we had the Gay Pride Parade in Amsterdam.
It is generally an occasion for much rejoice, regardless of your sexual orientation. It is just an opportunity to o a bit crazy and enjoy the weather.
Then again, this is the Netherlands, so let’s not get too crazy with the sunny days.
So the parade was almost over, when we got this:
I still had a dinner date with great friends, so I needed to go home and change. I was wet to the bone, so I decided to not even try to dry myself. But I also wanted to be comfortable.
So I changed into a comfy cropped black pants / bright green boxy shirt combo, and ran out the door.
I managed to be fashionably late (never a good thing), but all was forgiven over a mojito and tapas.
Talking to friends about life, and the universes was a great way to recharge for work on Monday.
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