I don’t know how you travel but I’m sure that your traveling conditions are much more comfortable than mine. First of all, I get to travel in a doggy bag. Second, I – just like you – have to buy a ticket. I sold all of my old cookies to my best friend Rudi just to buy a one way ticket.
Thank my successful diet, I was able to join the rest of the passengers in the cabin instead of suitcases in the luggage department as once feared. Of course, I imagined to have my own seat. The dreamer that I am. C'mon, finish reading »
This year I was the most fabulous and unofficial guest of the Oktoberfest Costume and Riflemen’s Parade. The beauty of an unofficial invitation lies in the disappearing act. Once you had enough you unofficially disappear.
My next stop was a rooftop brunch party thrown by the people I have never met before in my life. Another unofficial invitation. There, I watched the parade standing on a tiny and overcrowded balcony, did some shoe mingling and free food floor hunting. The whole time I was wondering why is it called Oktoberfest when it actually takes place in September?
I was able to find the answer on Oktoberfest.de:
The historical background: the first Oktoberfest was held in the year 1810 in honor of the Bavarian Crown Prince Ludwig’s marriage to Princess Therese von Sachsen-Hildburghausen.
I love sun tanning. It gives me this incredible feeling of inner peace. A rush of energy transformed by the warm rays of light that shoots through your well shaped body instantly frying the inner vibes of negativity gathered throughout the year. Then, you jump into the cool water, and the leftovers of your fried negativity become liquid immediately picked up by the current. And while you are bathing in the lake of endless happiness you suddenly realize that you can’t swim.
Any other dog would have panicked but I kept my cool. I remembered what my grandfather once told me: “Those who panic, die in fear”. C'mon, finish reading »
It was a beautiful and sunny Sunday. I was blessed to enjoy one of the last days of summer that was kind of missing in action this year, on a tiny boat rented by my glamorous Miss E. and her stylish girlfriend. In a rush to get on that floating piece of wood they completely ignored my basic needs. Almost an hour after the takeoff they finally decided to make a pee stop. Smart move!
I wonder how you would grade the importance of a boat ride on a scale from 1 to 10 if the last time you were able to use the restroom facilities was yesterday. C'mon, finish reading »
“In this case, we had the opportunity to work with a legend,” Antoine Arnault, Vuitton’s director of communications says. “He’s been on our list for a very long time.” He? This is when I realized that Antoine wasn’t talking about me.
We were photographed on a rough wooden landing on a beach near Sean’s home in the Bahamas, with a waterproof version of Louis Vuitton’s classic Keepall travel bag. The tagline reads: ‘There are journeys that turn into legends. Bahamas islands. 10:07′. It’s wrong. I’m pretty sure I was in Puerto Rico. Also, I think if Sean rocked a white shirt it would have matched my outfit much better. C'mon, finish reading »
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