Time flies

Time flies when you're having fun. Another cliché that is indeed true. On Friday the girls arrived at seven. We had a drink (or three) while chatting. Some of them had not met before. That's a thing I really like. To introduce people to each other, and find out that they get along fine. As I thought, because I only have nice friends :)

We had dinner, some more wine and talked a lot. As you do. All of a sudden it was midnight! Where did the time go?

Two of the girls decided it was time to go home (one of them is still very young and still in training when it comes to party :). The rest of us decided that now was a very good time indeed to continue the party in town.

And so we did. Until 7 in the morning! And it felt like only an hour. Of course we ended up in the trashy bar, for the sole reason that it's the only one that is open. But gosh, was it fun! I have vague memories of a lot of guys trying to hit on us. After all, four good-looking girls in their best age (or so we felt at the time :).

Anyway, it was a long time ago I stayed up that late, and must admit, yesterday was pretty quiet to the point of being half comatose the whole day. But it was worth it!