Ever since Q-day, I’ve been quite the forgetful girl. For example, I totally forgot to share this amazing experience with you guys! No fancy shmancy DLSR pictures but some good old iPhone pics to show you the orange madness. On Queensnight, we went into the city with several bottles of rosé and joined several parties outside. Once they were closing up, we (drunk) walked all the way to Westerpark to end up at a terrible party. So back to the city it was. Anne and I still ended up in Chicago Social Club and that was just what we needed to end a perfect night.
Queensday was quite the opposite of party hardy. We slept in, watched television for four to five hours to see the crowning of Willem-Alexander. By the way: Maxima looked freaking gorgeous in that Jan Taminiau! Afterwards, we headed back into the city – bottles of rosé still by our side – to party in the Nine streets and Spui. We ended the night early, ate some pizza and went to bed to work the day after.
It was one hell of an experience and I couldn’t imagine a better person to celebrate it with than my girl Anne-G! Thanks hun ^^