the 7th of july

  
It's always a little sad to remember that American Independence Day is not, in fact, a German holiday. Never fear: we made up for it the following Saturday in fine fashion, first by attempting to grill on Mandie's balcony and inadvertently setting off the fire alarm for her whole building, then by relocating to the park when the weather cleared up and BBQing our hearts out. If it seems like there are a lot of pictures of my leggings, it is because I want to make sure that everyone properly understands exactly how glorious they are. (Germany's New Yorker store really came through for me on the 'Merica front.)

I would also like for it to be known that I finished off the night dancing in the bar around the corner from Mandie's house while wearing those leggings and a gigantic sombrero.