Warm Night

Spent last night at André’s for one of those retro campfire gatherings. Vodka that wasn’t great, shisha, the usual. Somehow we ended up at a couple of cemeteries after midnight—not planned, just the kind of weird thing that happens when you’re outside late and looking for something to do.

Couldn’t stay long though. I was heading out to the gravel pit lake with the crew, which was originally Hoizge’s idea. By then the evening was already spent.

Also shaved for once. Felt overdue.