Yesterday we went out, as you might have noticed on my last (kindof drunk) post.
Well, it's not so much, but I took some pictures of the day and night and morning. Though only of me and Charlotte.
Me in my new shiny top, and Charlotte getting her makeup on.
We found Rolf outside of my apartment. Rolf is obviously 30 years old today.
Us on the metro.
I just had to take a picture of one of the "booth's" in one of the bars we were in. It's called jailhouse, and everything was themed as a jail. Even the bartenders wore police-costumes. Bloody awesome if you ask me.