The official 'Child day - 1. July'
Angie and I celebrated it in the most wicked way a child could ever celebrate it. We sneaked out, away from the crowd, bringing a cigar, four bottles of beer and my ipod to the top of the hill right behind our apartments. And there we sat hours and hours, glancing at a full moon, enjoying to feel like 12 again because we were secretly smoking and drinking, while having a high quality chat about everything that counts in our lives. And whoever dares judging us to be wrong, hasn't lived! While time passed by we made ourselves some promises: 1. Next year, same time we will celebrate our anniversary to this exact moment. She'll come up here and do the exact same thing. I'll do the exact same thing too, just on some other place wherever that'll be. So we'll drink to the moon and we'll know that we met for a reason.
2. If one of us would ever come to a point in life when we simply don't want to go on. We will visit each other and help finishing at least the things that we've always wanted to do in life. After that it'll be our free will to do with our lives whatever we want to do. 3. The last promise was a dare. Each one needs to go up to a guy once in her life, kiss him and say the following lines: "Forgive my lips for they found joy in unusual place." Thanks Angie, for making this a night to remember with some Pumpkins, some Snow Patrol, the Chili Peppers and a little bit of Sara Mc Lachlan.
Where I stayed:
up the hill behind home
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