7 Days After

It was 7 days after my birthday, which, unfortunately, I didn't survive. But hey, at least I successfully turned 29 again.

And there I was, standing in the very brink of a party ... everywhere shiny happy faces, beer bubbles bursting out of frosty glasses, beautiful women wearing next to nothing summer stuff (yep ... I ... saw some arm in Freddie Beach), the sound of laughter and guzzlement. It was a fest. It looked something like this ...