it was relaxing and chill, though i was somewhat threatened by the random acts of falling bird shit. eventually, everyone peaced and greta, sam, and i were the only ones who picnicked until 8pm. i guess none of us wanted to say goodbye.
i set the camera timer and ran back to my seat. obviously, this is my "oops, i just sat on a glass of sangria" face, which is a direct consequence of the "oops my ass just broke a glass of sangria" crunch.
at least greta and sam look good. how is it possible to talk about nothing and everything for 6 hours?
i love it though. ba da da da da?
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